The Truck

Sometimes. . . . . . .

We have a thing here where we try to wave goodbye to family and friends as they leave.  Most of the time we make it.  However, this morning, we missed waving to the Boy.  Ittty Bitty, Turtle Dove and I were standing at the door waving goodbye to their Mommy.  I made the comment that we had missed the Boy this morning.  Itty Bitty said:  "He drove his truck."  Not sure if that was justification for missing him or not.  But, she continues on:

Ittty:  "He won't let me drive his truck." 
Me:  "Oh, yea?  He won't let me either."
Itty:  "He'll let Rease drive it."

Pause ~ thinking. . . . .(never a good sign)

Itty:  "He won't let me."
Me:  "Well, you're too little to drive  his truck."
Itty:  "Well, you're too old!" 
Me:  "I'm not too old!"
Itty:  "I can drive it.  I drive Annalynne's all around."

If she doesn't stop telling me I'm O.L.D., I think I may start believing it!  Maybe I'll even act it!
Now let's just move on to normal, everyday things like, I don't know, singing?

Happy Birthday, Little Boy Blue!

Be still my beating heart!

My Little Boy Blue is turning four

He stole my heart the minute I walked through the door

Such a tiny thing at two weeks old

I looked at him and felt my love unfold.

I would bring him home, oh yes I would

But only if his Mama said I could

So I shall love him here from the Eastern Shore

My Little Boy Blue, who's turning four.

Love you to Infinity and Beyond!

Mom-Mom

Happy Birthday, Matt!

Happy Birthday!

All grown up.
Arm pit hair ~
Schooled  ~
Married ~
And now a Proud Papa!

I'd say you're well on your way to wonderful life!

Not Much Time

The Little Itty Bitty Girl is obsessed with the fact that I am old 62.  She reminds me often that I'm almost 100.  Often.  Yesterday was no different, but she threw a stick in my spokes  before reminding of that fact ~ again.

She was home with me "recovering" from a little stomach bug.  Nothing good was on TV and I only let her play her Kindle for so long.  Out of boredom she did her spelling assignment on the computer using Spelling City.  I figured it would keep her up to par and she wouldn't have a lot of make-up work to do.  After that we perused  Netflix for a movie.  She loves the Tinker Bell movies and settled on "Tinker and the Neverbeast".  Apparently this "beast" was testy, then friendly, then not so nice.  The woodland fairy that befriended him in the beginning fell victim to his fury.  I'm not sure she really "died" or what.  I just know it was sad and she wasn't moving.  And then something happened (I missed that part) and she was moving again. 

This prompted Itty Bitty to ask me if dying was like sleeping.  I said,  a very deep sleep, I guess you could say.  She said "Yea, that's what I was thinking.".  I told her though, that the soul leaves the body.  She said she knew that.  (alrighty then).  Then came the kicker. The stick in the spokes that brought me to a halt.  She nonchalantly told me: "You don't have much time."  What? What do you mean?  (I knew where this was going).   "You're old." she says.  "You don't have much time left. You're almost 100."

Knock me over with a feather.  I've had the "almost 100" conversation with her before, but not the "not much time" one.  That was unexpected to say the least. Un-nerving.

That's it!  No more deep conversations with this girl!   Not any time soon, anyway.

In My Dreams

Dreams are funny things.  They can be triggered by any one or combination of events in our daily goings and comings. It could be as simple as a conversation, a movie, or late night snacks.  Or it could be as deep as one's longing for distant family, a combination of the three afore mentioned, a fear,  or a need for resolution of an event to which there was not much control.

I had a dream the other night that I'm sure was triggered by the last cause I mentioned.  An ongoing heartache triggered by an event of which I had no control.  Someone very near and dear to me became very angry with me.  Mean and hurtful things were said.  Conversation ceased. A love that I would die for dropped me like a hot potato and didn't blink twice about it. A shunning.  I have been at a loss as to how to resolve that issue, ease that pain, but to no avail.  I love this person.  I would never intentionally do or say anything that would spur such a reaction.  That cause was not mine, yet I've had to own it, bear its weight.

My dream was bittersweet.  I finally was able to talk to That One, but on the condition that the object of the "shun" would not be discussed.  A short three second dream that would ultimately end in a warm  hug and tears on my part.  I'll take that for now.  I'll embrace the hope for resolve.  I'll let that dream by my comfort. And I will pray for healing.