A Good Laugh

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I am a mom.

Okay.

You caught me.

I'm not really a mom.

But I take care of 32 kids.

I'm like their mom.

One of them is 14.

She is a ballerina.

She makes me laugh, a lot.

14 is SUCH a fun age.  It really is.
14 and innocent.  I can't speak for 14 and dating.  Or 14 and pregnant.  Or 14 and defiant.

But 14 and innocent.

It's amazeballs.

Anyways, "Abster" as she'll forever be known and I were walking to get her cell phone, which, surprise, surprise, she left at school.

While we were walking I asked about her new costume for dance.

Her reply was, "It's okay."

I probed and asked what okay meant.

"I look like a sparkly car wash," she retorted matter of factly.

I could picture her in her magenta and sequenced sparkly car wash instantly.

LOVE that child.
☮, Smiley, ♥,

When The Summer Came

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July 2011
These days?

Oh, these days.

Crazy busy, crazy crazy, crazy good days.

These are the days when I miss blogging.

What I wouldn't give to read the thoughts that were in my head 5 months ago!

What I wouldn't give to speak to myself from January.

Or even September.

Or even June.

"It's going to be AWESOME."

"It's going to be better than you've ever imagined."

"I have plans for you, Daughter of mine."

I'd tell myself to LET GO and LET GOD.

I'd listen to the Jayne when she told me that Philadelphia was too far.
And to Little Man George when he told me he knew I couldn't stay away too long.

I'd listen to my heart.

I'd learn to love myself.

I…

Truth is, we can't really go back and tell ourselves anything, but if I could, the most important thing I'd relay is TO HANG IN THERE.

The getting is going to be so good.

And things are getting better by the minute.

Capital P promise!
☮, Smiley, ♥,

Whit.

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Seriously?

A whole bunch of my girls arrived home from a night out announcing loudly her passing.

The news kinda washed over me.

I lasted about 5 minutes before I excused myself.

And teared up.

When I was growing up, she was my LIFE.

She and Mariah Carey.

Raised me.

I could spend, probably will at some point, a considerable amount of time recounting all the things she meant to me growing up.

But.

This song.

This movie.

For a little brown girl in Massachusetts…
Well, it was up their with Dr. King.


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