Oh Maxee girl…
14 years is a long time.
You were one of my first impractical purchases, but a very sound investment all the same.
Only the size of a guinea pig or so…sneaking into purses and swiping what you could drag away.
How can one tissue cover an entire room?
I had to sneak you out to go potty, because no one would leave you alone and let you go if they saw your adorable self!
I watched you grow…hiding in the grass, tummy level with the grass, and finally above and beyond.
I named you well…absolutely precious and no less costly!
All the ailments! Girl, your medical record was as odd as my own;)
Nothing kept you down for long though…me neither.
You kept me company when I was in the big bad city all by myself.
You couldn’t get close enough to the babies, so you even sat on BB once as he napped.
Sorry the whole boyfriend thing didn’t turn out so great…I know…he was a pain in the ass.
He just loved you a bit too much.
I’ll see you around, mama.
Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) *
hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!*
I do forget to recycle*
LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)*
Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction*
Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties*
True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)*
did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me*
can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings*
I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year*
can't help my right brain optimism*
been a foster mom*
am a very grateful mom of adopted children*
worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier*
this is me...pretty much
I’m so sorry. She was a sweet girl.
Thanks…she sure was.