I used to send my mom flowers every year on my birthday with a note that read, “thank you for having me! I’m having a wonderful time…”
Today I am grateful for you. I don’t know why we are all here, but I’m glad we’re all here together. xo
This is not what I think I look like.
I’m not sure what I think I look like, but this isn’t it. In my mind, I don’t look like somebody’s mom who used to be cool, but that’s the first thing I see here. Also an apple shaped gal. And Why am I standing like that with my arm out to the side? Am I in pain?
The above was taken by the coffee cart guy on 31st and 7th. (Did you know that he starts his day at 4am? Ya. AND THEN goes home, goes to the gym, and helps his daughter with her homework. I can barely make myself dinner every night…) He watched as I tried an experiment where I asked a bunch of people to take a picture of me standing in the same spot. I was hoping that that I might, perhaps, get a glimpse of how different random people see the same thing – in this case, me. The whole think took less that seven minutes. Continue reading
you mean a lot to me. truly.
you are reading this and that’s all i could ever want – my soul hanging around with yours for a while. I’m so jealous of the ones who can connect with grace but i have to persevere in spite of myself. and so do you in spite of yourself.
see you soon & luvonya.