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Everybody’s on the food chain, funny, but from day to day we get from bottom to top. And if you get lost, just start over again…

mommyeverafter — Sat, 12 Jul 2014 14:35:53 +0000

Music is such a big part of my being.
Last night, my new band had it’s first big gig. Two guitarists, a bassist, a drummer, and a microphone for me to sing into. It was exhilarating.
I got to dance in wedge heels and belt out tunes from John Pryne and Led Zeppelin and Sublime and be awed, as I always am, by my band mates.
I like them, too. I like them a lot.
So this morning, my husband let me go back to bed, and I woke up and decided it was high time for a dance party with my kids.
I put on a song for my daughter that I found buried in the depths of my iphone, “Food Chain” by Eric Hutchinson. Such a random song, right?
But this song has it’s own story in my soundtrack;
I was 22, and it was the spring before my wedding.
I was in graduate school, which meant I had a ton of free time on my hands.
I remember having this old ipod and sitting on the back patio of my parents’ house,
with a big bowl of grapes
(and, let’s be real, sometimes a glass of Sauv Blanc)
listening to this song.
It was a momentous time in my life; I was about to take le big plunge,
and despite the fact that it was a time when I was about to mark a huge milestone
it was also a time when I felt so young. And free.
So this morning, much older, with things like kids and a house and (and a rock band)
I put this song on and danced around my sunroom and remembered the past and felt grateful for the present.
My dear friend keeps reminding me to do this, and it is a wonderful, wonderful reminder.
Must go–
I have some Jackson Five to dance the heck out of with a certain four year old. Present. It’s a gift.

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#six

mommyeverafter — Sat, 31 May 2014 19:27:34 +0000

For some time now, K and I have been leaving notes for each other in the same word document on the computer every night for each of us to wake up or come home to or find. It is romantic, it is tender, it is intimate and it is organic. We are finding ourselves again, and, just as importantly, finding each other.
It started out as nothing; I was going to bed earlier than he, and he was downstairs having a guy’s night. Instead of sending him a text, I decided to leave a word document open on the computer with a quick note. And has turned into something more. And then, he wrote back.
B-
I love you so much,
You are my constant sunray,
This is a haiku…☺
As I’ve said, for the past six years, Kenny has been my husband; for the past six months, he has been my hero. He has held me up, he has championed for me, for our family. He has loved me through times that were gruesome and horrifying. He has loved me when I have told him not to.
Kenny and I met so young; we grew up together. And in the past six months, we have grown closer than we could have imagined. When I think back to being kids, tracing love letters in the sand at the Jersey shore, I could not have imagined the team that we would create; how we can read each others’ mind with just a glance; how we, so often, buy each other the very same greeting card; how he knows that I prefer a bag of scones or a large soft pretzel over flowers, as a gesture of romance; how he has seen my darkest underbelly and loves me not just in spite of it, but because of it.
So many years ago we agreed to a baby’s name, and to a family, and to a life. Six years ago, we agreed, with marriage vows, to stay together through the highs and lows. But now, every single day, with every morning that we wake up next to each other, we agree to continue fighting, for ourselves, for our family and for each other.
Recently, we downsized from a King to a Queen sized bed. We wanted to show our emotional closeness in a physical way. And now, I feel so lucky that I can role over to my left each morning and see the boy I have a crush on, as he snores softly in slumber, and know that he is forever mine.
My dear K-I love that you
Sometimes do
An improper Haiku.
So you know
This was not suppo’
Sed to be a haiku
But I love you,
Through and through.

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Somethings (and #febphotoaday/16)

mommyeverafter — Thu, 16 Feb 2012 18:55:52 +0000

16. Something New

On May 31, 2008,
as the saxophone played,
I held onto my dad’s arm
and walked, down a peony-lined runner, towards my forever.
I had something old,
a headpiece made of champagne and ivory seed pearls,
worn by my Nanny on her wedding day;
I had something borrowed,
the tiny, gold wedding band, that had been on my Mommom‘s own finger when she and my Poppop said their vows;
I had something blue,
a bracelet in honor of my Superhero;
and then I had Fancy shoes. Fancy new shoes.
And while they’ve now been worn,
and have scuffed soles
and loose threads,
and so many dance steps trailing behind them as distant memories,
they will always be my
something new.

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To you…

mommyeverafter — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 18:48:10 +0000

This weekend, we had the distinct honor
and unbelievable pleasure
of watching our two best friends
as they became man and wife.
And I can’t even write about it now without crying.
So, for now, I will just say,
here’s to you, babes.
To you,
to life,
to crazy love
and to your many
to-morrows
together.
We could not love you more.

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