Someone recently asked me why I show pictures of my family but not myself. Why is this? I dunno. Except that I feel most comfortable as an outsider looking in. It's mysterious to wonder who says all these words. I could be the lady next to you in line at Target. I don't like people looking at me, nor do I like pictures of myself. I thought maybe this would be freeing in some way. And maybe just maybe after this we will see each other in line and become fast friends.
Lavender Dreamer asked on the post below who my daughter looks like.
Our kids are a pretty good mix up of both of us. Some are tall, some short. There is brown hair and blond hair, green eyes and brown eyes. Some have lots of freckles and some creamy smooth skin. Some are shy and some LOUD. And one is neither. And for the record Ken is pretty tall and has a loud booming voice and gray hair and he always gets the remote all wiggy by pushing too many buttons.
I remember sitting in a boring class during college ( I was a music theory major--I did a lot of day dreaming!) and writing the names of my future children in my best handwriting. Some days I can't think straight through the noise of my life, but when I think about those names I realize I am living the life of my dreams. It was like I knew them already.
You didn't think I would end this post all sappy like that did you? There must be something grotesque and/or funny. This is a swollen lipped young boy who was doing one of those hippity hoppity tantrums and flung his head into my dresser, putting three teeth completely through his lip.
It was so cool.
I had just told my friend a few days before how I thought he had the most beautiful lips in the world. Also note I didn't even crop out the boogery nose, just because if we are going to be friends we have to be real friends and kids w/ boogery noses are a big part of my life.
See you later, great pals-o-mine.