So, today, we had a moment; a little chunk of time during which we were feeling crummy, feeling blah, and a bit overwhelmed. Maybe it was a case of the Sundays, or a post-champagne-funk, but it wasn't fun. So, obviously we had to dance it out. To Robyn. And really, it made things better. Because, at the very least, I can delight in knowing that, if nothing else, we have now ...
Easy like.
When you go on a wri-atus like I had (have?) it isn't so easy to know where to pick up. We have much catching up to do. But, I figured that Sunday morning snuggles on the floor, in matching pink pjs, set to the tune of Joni Mitchell was not a hard place to start.
Who else but that baby sis
will send a late night email, headed "THREE VERY IMPORTANT THINGS!!" that details three separate accounts of the goings-on of some of our favorite Bravo-lebrities and Bloggers?!(!?!?) It should also be noted that: This morning, we planned her future wedding song, talked about the Sex and the City re-run that we had both, coincidentally, just re-watched and came up with ...
So, not only is she a singer,
and not only is she wild about music, but this kid of mine is now a songwriter, evidently; For this afternoon, as we finished up our lunches and listened to some tunes, she broke out into an original song, "Murry, Eat My Chicken Fingers" to the tune of "Rocky Raccoon". So, yes. She will be on tour by next ...
Anniversary
Last week, we celebrated our Anniversary. I have so much to say, but don't quite know how... except for this: Four years ago, life looked like this: And this year, on our anniversary, it looked like this: And today, it looks like this: Ever after, for always and love love love is still all I need.
We’re the three best friends that anyone could have
The Beach Edition: And we'll never ever ever ever ever leave each other.
2 stories.
When I was a Sophomore in college, I found myself on a weekend trip to a small and beautiful town in the Mid Hudson River Valley of New York. Since I was a child, I've spent weekends exploring similar places, first by my parents' insistence (they loved nothing more than spending a weekend at an ...
To my original little girl,
my sister: Today, you graduated from Graduate School with your Master's degree and I could not be more proud. As you are about to start your first job, a real job, an amazing job, I can't help but to gasp as I realize you are now grown up. The hours we spent in your little, pink Laura Ashley bedroom, playing hairdresser as "Sherry Shamu" ...
BEST.
From my sister, on Mom's Day: She knows me. She knows me best.
So, it’s bedtime,
and the little one has been washed and brushed and lotioned and jammied. But, as we were heading towards the bedroom, the finish line, she heard music playing from downstairs. And she perked up. "Dance party, please, mommy?" She wants to have a dance party with me. She said please. Now how can I argue with that? So, I guess tonight we will have a different kind ...
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