Friday, October 16, 2009

In her shoes

Who knew? Who knew that in one instant your life could change forever? I did. I knew too well. For better or for worse. Usually for worse. Grass stains and ice cream trips turned into working 2 jobs and college exams. All you had to do was graduate and all of the sudden the real world introduced itself and took all your money and time. Sitting here reflecting on where I was and how far I have come since those sob-filled midnight pity parties I can smile.
I believe that my life has taken unbelievable turns and twists for very specific reasons. Using every last muscle to make those uphill battles and laughing with the wind in my hair as I tumble down those slopes has made me into this. And now I have a little life growing inside of me. A little vision of me. I pray, for my sanity, he/she/it won't be nearly as difficult or dramatic as I enjoy being...but at the same time I love to listen to my mom laugh of the times I played hide and seek and didn't tell anyone (the whole neighborhood was searching for me), dancing in my Sunday shoes on the nice coffee table....
So I am here, growing out of my clothes and letting my mind imagine all the years that are yet to come. All I can think about is my mom. She loved us without waivering and showed no signs of weakness. As a little girl I marveled at her. She didn't cry when she didn't feel good, my dad thought she was the most beautiful thing to walk the earth, people respected her, she could sing just like Linda Rondstat. I wonder how my child will see me. I love to hear stories about my mom meeting famous people, jetting off to California with her best friend for a weekend, pushing down the neighborhood kids to protect my aunt when they were growing up. Will this child see me as indestructable? Will she admire me? I guess only time will tell and I can only hope.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Copycatter.

So the love of my life decides to write his thoughts for the world to see. Great idea. 5 minutes later I have a matching blog. My brother hated this all growing up. Whatever he wanted, I couldn't live without. Whatever he music he liked, it would be on repeat on my little kareoke as I sang my heart out of every word. Whatever he was hungry for, my stomach spoke the same language. The truth is, I have always been that way with everyone I love. My brother just got annoyed with it the most and pointed it out as often as he could.
When I was little, I used to sit out on the hard cement wall and watch my Daddy work on cars. Every now and then he would explain to me the process of rebuilding the cars. I just enjoyed the smell of the oil and hearing him sing along to those 50's and 60's tunes he (and I of course!) loved so much.
This character trait/flaw DID have its benefits. It helped me land the greatest guy I could have ever dream of. My Mawie (grandma) was the best cook I ever met. We would spend hours in the kitchen making chicken and dumplins, cookies, pie crusts, fried fish, biscuits...and the list goes on. That talent and passion led my husband to love me more with each meal.
So, I will come to this site and share what really gets me going every now and again. And he will laugh and say he doesn't mind that I always love to jump on board with whatever activity, snack, music tickles his fancy...and that's why I can't live another day without him.