Perfect Lips

Big's becomming quite the little arr-teest. For someone who couldn't be bothered with crayons and markers until the age of 5, I'm loving his latest masterpieces.

Castles are his favorite thing to draw. I'm partial to the ones of fish. But the portrait of the dude with the glowing eyes (he says its not him) is pretty cool too. I think he has the most perfect lips I've ever seen.

Really?

Um, okay. Some of us think of flowers, warm weather or baby animals when we think of Spring. Not my son. Not my husband's son or my dad's grandson. No, no. My son thinks of this...

Really?

A Quick Little Blink

Dear Life,

Why are you in a such a hurry? Is it because you think if you went slower, we wouldn't notice you as much? If you would just slow down a little. I promise we would still appreciate you.

I blinked and you went from this....

to this.

How did you change so much? It was just one, quick, little, blink.

For Pete's Sake

When I was 12, I wrote in my diary that I wanted to make out with the following people:

The lead singer from Mr. Mister

"Take. These broken wings..." You know you loved it too.

Both of the guys from Tears for Fears

Whatever.

And this kid named Jon-Eric Sullivan. Who was H . O . T . I think my Mom even had a crush on his Dad.

Things have changed slightly. Now, I only want to make out with this guy.

And if I'm being honest, sometimes this guy...

                     

Just kidding...

If I kept a diary now, which I guesss I kind of do through this site, I'd write about places I want to go.

Provence, France

             

For its wine, cheese and lavender. I do love lavender. And wine. And cheese. And wine.

New Zealand.

Does it need an explanation?

And Greece.

Cause I want to go fishing.

Oh and here. Tibet. I have to go to Tibet.

Because I think the people sound super nice.

I think it might be possible too. I did make out with Jon-Eric one time for 2 seconds playing spin-the-bottle for pete's sake.

Simple . Perfect . True

So yesterday, I'm perched in my usual place, behind the kitchen counter, facing the windows looking at all the leaves that are back on the ground after a weekend spent raking (you are a tricky one Mr. Oak Tree), slurping my afternoon Diet Coke. Homework is done. Supper is decided. Laundry is going.

Big comes in, walks over to me, and gives me a huge, stinky, outside boy smelling hug. For . No . Reason . He didn't want a snack. He wasn't bribing me for gum. He didn't need anything. Except for his Mama, for a second.

"What do you want?"
"Nothing."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Ummm....ok."

And there you have it. A small glimpse of the sweet baby that once was there. The one that could be soothed by the sight of you. Here one minute, gone the next. But then every so often, you'll see them. Out of no where, they return. Simple . Perfect . True .

I Promise.

Is that you old friend?

I hear a gentle tippy, tippy, tap, tap on my front door.

Could it be?

Could it possibly be?

Oh I've missed you.

Desperately missed you.

Thank the lawd you came back safely.

You've been gone too long.

But now you're back.

And I'll never take you forgranted again.

I promise.

The One That Holds It All Together

Has it really been 25 years since I met you? The night they told me you were here seems just like yesterday. I remember everything. Every single second. Standing on the left side of the bed. The comforter was cream and there were dark, almost maroon pillows on the bed. The light was on. I was up late - it was after 10pm. I twisted the phone cord (it was cream too) in my hand while they told me you were here. A girl? A sister? Are you sure?

Well this is just great. I'm the girl in the family. You were supposed to be a boy! That's how I felt for the first 10 minutes of your life. But, I've been so happy you were a girl for the other 13,148,709.2 minutes. How cool is it that I get to remember the night my best friend was born? That doesn't happen everyday. It just doesn't.

Thank you for being born. I can't imagine my life without you. You are a piece of me. Like the middle piece of a puzzle. The one that holds it all together.