Lil' dude, you don't always have to be so brave.
Last night, you let out a big cry around midnight. You woke both Daddy and I up. He sat straight up in bed.
You see, you are so quiet at night; you're a sleepy little mouse. You never make a peep.
Twice more after midnight, you made noises, little whimpers, frustrated grunts. You cried.
You know, you don't always have to be so brave. You can let one of us know you need us. We would be there in a heartbeat.
Even if it's the middle of the night, even if it's dark, even if you're OK but just need to see someone.
We will always be there.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
When She Went Home
Peek!
I see you, lil' dude. Peek!
You were such a good girl at your auntie's wedding this weekend. You very first one! You looked so cute in your party dress, black Mary Jane's, barrette, and hoodie. You were very content during the ceremony playing with your boyf., T., and eating Goldfish. You loved all the attention as people complimented you on your beauty and behavior.
I am grateful to your grandparents for volunteering to bring you home (sleepy and cold) after dinner so Mama and Daddy could continue having fun. I am grateful you weren't there to see me "dance", remove my pantyhose, swig champagne from a bottle, kiss Daddy's face a hundred times, or steal those Doritos and Mountain Dew from the hotel convenience store. I'm so glad you weren't witness to any of that. And hey, while I'm at it, thanks for taking that nap yesterday afternoon so I could go find a cheeseburger and fries to save my life. Mama loves!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Beginning
Lil' dude, four years ago today, Daddy asked Mama to marry him.
The day was gorgeous. Gorgeous! Sunny and crisp with blue skies and green grass. Mama was completely shocked. Never have I been so surprised in my whole life. I was wearing old gray sweatpants, and a summer basketball camp t-shirt that was 7 years old. I had a greasy ponytail and a headband in. I wore tennis shoes. Oh, and, I was on some pretty heavy painkillers after a long night in the ER ... where it was discovered I had an ovarian cyst, a pretty big one and it hurt. Daddy took Mama to the hospital in the middle of the dark night and held my hand the whole time. He wiped my tears and whispered to me. He told me everything was going to be OK and I was doing great and would be taken care of. And he was right.
So, 12 hours later when Daddy got on his knee and said those tiny, big words, I was surprised. And happy and excited and elated and emotional and so ready for the future. You, baby girl, were that future. You are our present. Daddy and Mama married each other because we knew we would be better off together than we would separate. We wanted to be part of an Us and that is what we found in each other. Four years ago was just the beginning; yet today is also just the beginning. You were always our purpose and our mission and our belief. You always will be.
Mama loves.
The day was gorgeous. Gorgeous! Sunny and crisp with blue skies and green grass. Mama was completely shocked. Never have I been so surprised in my whole life. I was wearing old gray sweatpants, and a summer basketball camp t-shirt that was 7 years old. I had a greasy ponytail and a headband in. I wore tennis shoes. Oh, and, I was on some pretty heavy painkillers after a long night in the ER ... where it was discovered I had an ovarian cyst, a pretty big one and it hurt. Daddy took Mama to the hospital in the middle of the dark night and held my hand the whole time. He wiped my tears and whispered to me. He told me everything was going to be OK and I was doing great and would be taken care of. And he was right.
So, 12 hours later when Daddy got on his knee and said those tiny, big words, I was surprised. And happy and excited and elated and emotional and so ready for the future. You, baby girl, were that future. You are our present. Daddy and Mama married each other because we knew we would be better off together than we would separate. We wanted to be part of an Us and that is what we found in each other. Four years ago was just the beginning; yet today is also just the beginning. You were always our purpose and our mission and our belief. You always will be.
Mama loves.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Wordless Wednesday: You Should See the Other Guy
It's hard to see, but she took not one but TWO diggers in two days resulting in angry red marks on her forehead and a scabbed-up nose. Today, her finger bled all the way to daycare, and all over her leggings and pluggie. Tomorrow, Bubble Wrap.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Boobs
This post is definitely not going to be about how the last two nights I've picked the lil' dude up from daycare she has resisted me. How she turned away with a big grin and burrowed herself into the daycare lady's neck. This post is not going to be about how she cried last night in the entryway as I stretched my arms out to greet her. How her little arms reached away from me. That is not what this post is going to be about.
Boobs . . . tomorrow, I am embarking on a mission to save boobs. I will be participating in the Susan G. Komen 3 Day Walk for breast cancer. I will walk 60 miles in three days- sleep in a tent, pray for sunshine and blisterless days. Because when the lil' dude is my age and older, I think it would be nice for her to not have to worry about breast cancer. A thing of the past it could be called, a disease they conquered like Polio or Smallpox. A complete eradication of the disease. Wouldn't that be something.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
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