OMD

I’m sitting here trying to write a paper, with my headphones on, listening to Pandora.  All I can think is, “Oh Crap! My favorite high school song.”  Now I have to think about him and all the wonderful feelings I had at that time of my life.  So romantic. So hopeful.  So full of love and desire.  So too young.  So not believed that my feelings were real.

Here is a note to my 16 year old self:

I believe you. I believe in how your heart soars.  I believe all the pain you feel when you are apart.  I believe your hopes and dreams are real.  I believe that you wish you were years and years older.  I understand how you hate that college has to come first.  I will be there when he breaks your heart.  And I will validate all your feelings.  And then I will tell you to pick yourself up and realize that you wouldn’t want to marry someone who treats you like trash…..something that can be used and tossed away.  I would tell you that your prince is coming, to be patient, it will take time, but it will happen.

Little Man

My youngest son is sick…..and acts like he is dying.  He has me running for water, food and blankets.  When this child grows to a man and finds a woman she better have a high need to nurture.  He definitely has the man gene of being absolutely miserable when ill (and the ability to make me miserable too!).