I'm All About You

Here is a response I wrote to an old elementary school friend's question, "What are you about?":

When my children laugh, especially when I make them laugh. Hearing my 12 year old son tell a joke about a used tampon. Walking on the ocean with my husband. It is the one place that revives us. It is our temple. It is where we got married and where we'll be buried. We're both water signs. Hearing my 12 year old son tell a joke about testicles. Taking my kids places that I went to when I was a kid and reliving it with them. Comparing the size of my two year old to a two thousand year old sequoia. I know, I sound like a hippie. Granola-cruncher. Looking into my husband's eyes until we both start crying because that's the only way we both can say how much we really love each other. Words sound cheesy. These words I'm typing sound cheesy, but this is a little of what I'm about.

Ain't No Walk in the Park

The park itself was fun. She didn't even throw a fit when we had to leave. It was when we got home that she sang her national anthem, "Carry You" and stood on the sidewalk IN FRONT of our neighbors' house screaming her bright red lungs out. I didn't give in. I knew that if someone called CPS that whomever they sent out would go, "Nuh uh, honey. You got two feet. You can walk," which was what I precisely told her. She finally hustled in the house when I opened the front door and walked in out of her view. I could see her through the blinds, bawling and running up the driveway, her face shimmering with snot and tears. Needless to say, it was early naptime today.

No worries, my love.