Up from the Grave She AROSE!!!

I miss writing stuff. I hereby rededicate this blog to its' original purpose--letting me stretch my mental legs a bit. I need to remember what it's like to be an individual. Valued for more than the fact that I know how to open the sippy cup and my hand makes a sturdy place to cling to when going down the porch step. But oh the value in being trusted like that! Mom, I'm so sorry I ever asked you if you liked being a mom. It didn't look like fun to my immature eyes. I mean, where's the fun in diapers and "He started it!" and "Please don't hug me, my friends can see you..." I never knew how much your heart must have been tangled up in ours. I love you, mom. Thanks for driving me to school and glaring at all the bullies. They were really scared of you.

in the words of e. e. cummings:

" here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)