I Remember ...

... Being small -- in bed -- hearing my parents downstairs fighting. My tears streamed and collected in my ears. I could still hear the yelling but eventually I fell asleep.

Eenie Meenie

Sometimes I do sexy things for my husband.

But sometimes I am putting rose petals in a trail to the bedroom and I'm wearing super high heels and he walks in the door so I run to hide because it's a surprise but I trip* and fall flailing on the floor and hurt myself. That's not as sexy as the original idea.

*or maybe not even trip. I'm possibly the worst high-heel-walker EVER.

I'm Sorry (or am I?)

It was my son who boo'd at your wedding. I guess even little kids know when people are faking it. I pretended to be horrified and I admonished him. But truthfully I was impressed at his comprehension of what a ridiculous joke it was.

The beginnings ...

I needed to cut the strings from my marionette.
I needed to be healthy ... In relationships, in my family, in my activities.
I needed to remember what's important. And who's important.

And I'm figuring it all out.