There was a little boy who once adored Princess. In all his baby goodness she equally adored him. His first Valentine's Day (and her second) he suprised her with a shirt. "Give me your heart" it said and give it she did. All of us did.
I cleaned out her closets again today. Everytime I do I see this shirt, which always hung in there even though she outgrew it 4 yrs ago. Today we decided that Pooh Bear needed a new shirt and he now proudly wears it.
*like Sara said. "Go hug your kids" now do it....
His mom is one of my closest friends. You know how you have friends who are like sisters to you? Well she is my sister. For so many more reasons then I could ever express. One, a major one at that, is this angel. See her lovely little mister went to heaven 2 yrs ago. Before he left he formed a bond so tight and so forever between us. I wish there was a way to share his life with all of you. He was beautiful, sweet and rotten all in one. I loved him. Correction I love him. I wouldn't trade my time with him for anything. He was the first baby my Princess fell in love with. Always wanting to touch him and kiss him. (she was about a year old when he was born) Thier bond was like nothing I have seen. See Princess wouldn't drink Choc Milk and JoeJoe LOVED Choc Milk. When JoeJoe passed we held a memorial for him at the neighborhood park we all spent time together at. During which we served Choc Milk. Princess drank so much Choc milk there and until this day has LOVED it as much as JoeJoe does.
Thank you JoeJoe for enriching my life.
Once upon a time a beautiful princess (HEY it's MY blog shut up) was dreaming of a time before...
She called on her friend Sara.
She is thoughtful too. (or just hungry....)
A year past four Woman embarked on a new journey. One of melted bliss and dipped things. It was beautiful.
A delightful end to a magical night.
One enjoyed by friends a year ago. Two who have left to go on new journey's with their families while those of us left behind only have our memories. (Sonya and Stacy)
Our very own crazy lady a year ago. (read more HERE about this years crazy lady)
Where did this journey take place you ask. Why the Melting Pot of course!
*It struck us as funny that almost a year after we visited the Melting Pot with two wonderful ladies we would find ourselves here yet again.
I was about 7yrs old. We were in Germany. Dad was in the Army. We had company over. (have no idea who they were) My mom made Spaghetti. It was homemade sauce. Made just like my Grandmother and Great Grandmother make. Only all of them are slightly different. (my sister told me a few years ago mine was the best - SWEET!)
I was trying to be a big girl. Mom let me carry my plate from the kitchen to the table. Half way was there it slipped. I saw it falling in slow motion onto my mother's light tan carpet. I KNEW in my little 7 yr old mind that my life was over (at least for the night). I waited for the slap, the scream and shove towards my room. I burst into tears. They came fast and hard.
My mother walks up to me and says "It's okay. Holly, it is okay."
I swear this is the only time in my life that I have made a mistake (and such a HUGE one - hello Spaghetti SAUCE people.) and I was told that it was okay by my mother.
