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  • Remembering

    I have a childhood friend whose birthday is today.  As childhood relationships often do, this one faded as we moved through adulthood. There never was a falling out, but it just sort of went away.

    This person was the Maid of Honor at my wedding. I can’t look at my wedding album without seeing photos of her everywhere, and it makes me sad. When her mother died last year I would have wanted to be there, but she would not talk to me when I called.

    And this day, her birthday, is the hardest. Because 11 years ago, when faced with choosing a date for my elective C-section, I chose this day as the day that my son was to be born. Now her birthday has a permanent place of honor in my family.

    I know some relationships are best let go. And I have tried for many years to let go of this one. But, I am sad, and I miss my friend. I can tell you the last time I saw her, when I ran into her by accident in the mall parking lot, when I had just found out I was pregnant with my son. Sadly, she has never met the boy with whom I honored her, by having him on her birthday.

    So, Happy Birthday, Beth, wherever you are and whatever you may be doing today. I hope 2013 is a great year for you. This day will always be a happy one for me, because of my son. So, in a way, thank you for that. And, I just want to say that I miss you.

  • My Buddy ‘n’ Me

    Ok, I promise this isn’t going to be only a Crazy Cat Lady blog. I’ll get back to my knitting… Soon.

  • Hey, Cat!

    Cat drinking from water glass
    Hey, cat! That’s MY water! (She does have her own, of course…)
  • Pretty in Purple

    purple fingernails
    purple fingernails

    Well, the blog was kinda broken for a few days so I haven’t been posting. All is well now, so we’re good. Like the nails? I think my manicurist thinks I’m a weird middle-aged lady. I rather enjoy a demure French manicure now and then, but not today.

  • Really?

  • Power Nap.

    Boy lounging on sofa with sleeping cat on top of him.
    Clyde and The Boy in their natural habitat.