I am proud of her. Simple truth. I also miss her so much my heart hurts. But I know that I miss the girl she was- the happy swimmer who always brought the smell of chlorine to the room, had her nose in a journal of some sort, and loved her brother with a ferocity rarely seen. The women she is growing in to is a new presence- struggling to make her own way, fighting to not be pegged, and wanting something still unknown. I want to know this
girl women. I hope I get that chance. She is so far away right now, and I feel every mile.
Happy Birthday Tator Tot. We love you here.
Happy May Day- Happy Spring!
I am going to attempt (again) the blog challenge found here:
Mostly on FB- but here is my May 1 pic (and yes, I cheated. I am using a photo I took a few weeks ago- I kinda forgot about it until http://coffeeandprozac.wordpress.com/ (AKA Kelli) reminded me about it. I will try to do better.)
Gosh I say that a lot.
What is more peaceful than a sweet caterpillar on a warm Spring day?