There's a little you don't know about me ... I worry that I'm a speck, an etcetera. I don't believe I have a set day to leave the planet. I have to stay out of the middle of the road. I believe I came from the ocean and I keep returning; I cry sometimes, afraid I can't stay. The first thing I do in the morning is take a deep breath of the sea and it feels like the most oxygen I've ever had. Ever. You should know that my kids are everything. They are sweet purple grapes and freshly mowed grass; big smiles and twinkly eyes; hot buttermilk biscuits and sleepy-morning Sundays. My heart filled up from little kid hugs and "I-love-you-mommy-kisses" I'm so proud of each of them - I hope we will be great friends, always.
I'm terribly lonely and it seldom goes away. I cry sometimes, afraid it won't go away. I miss my kids. They are my friends. I wish my mom was happier. I love my husband and I worry because he drifts when he's driving. I want to be a better swimmer. Wild ginger is my favorite scent. I survived the road to Hana. If I could do it over, I wouldn't have had knee surgery. I like anesthesia. I wish I could live forever and just have good naps. I was a fast runner in elementary school. I like to be Arizona-desert hot and then jump into an ice-cold pool.
I hate driving. I want to be driven.
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