27? Can it really be 27 years ago? You were so tiny. You were in awe of bubbles, so I’d blow bubbles and let them float over your bassinet, while your big brother chased them around the room to pop them. You were my “No Fear” girl. I dared not take my eyes off of you. You ran smack into the MIDDLE Of the road THEN STOPPED and LOOKED BOTH WAYS! You were also the one that thought like I did, thought like a woman (maternal, hearts, flowers..). You ran like a woman (with your hands out flat and dainty). You were also tough as nails. (The time that big female teacher had to carry you off the playground because you were karate kicking the boyz in your frilly red dress with white lace…or the first time any of my kids skipped school… you didn’t know what a substitute teacher was and weren’t allowed to talk to strangers… THANK GOD a neighbor friend caught you… I wonder where you would have gone!!!) My mind is flying through the memories, picking you up at Camp Surf… Tap… forcing you to put the toyz IN THE toy BOX! That big grin when you would say, “Tell me when I was a baby, tell me, tell me!” like that lamb puppet… or when I’d come home from workin nights .. “SOMEbody’s been sleepin’ in MYYYYY bed, and HERE she IS!” We’d play “Here Comes The Man” and “TickleMeMonster!”… and it would be hard to get you to get OUT of my bed so I could sleep. Baking. I always hoped you and your brothers would remember how to bake bread, if I made cinnamon rolls. You loved to play with the dough like Playdough. Do you remember how? From scratch? Without a recipe? So independent, such a wild child… Happy Birthday Baby Girrrulll!
Posted on: Sun, 14 Sep 2014 15:10:08 +0000
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