Saturday, December 17, 2011

Oreo's + orange juice .....

Last night just as I was beginning to doze off I started talking to Daddio about the past.

"I was in the tub pounding a bag of Oreo cookies and a glass of OJ...remember?"

"It was 6am... remember?"

He chuckles at the memory.

"What time did we leave...? Do you remember...?"

"Around noon...right?"

"Do you remember the first thing you saw...?

"His eyes" he said, remembering.

"So big and blue..."

"Me too, that's my memory too..."

"That was the happiest day of my life"....

"Mine too".....

Happy birthday Sweet Prince Buttercup.....

PS... I can't wait for the day that you finally truly understand how having you changed our lives, made them purposeful and magical.

On days like today I only remember the blessing of you.... ( I promise never to talk about the time I was pulled into Sister Geraldine's office because you'd given out an entire bag of rubber bands to all your male classmates who then, from their balcony seats, used them to pelt and ping the patrons of The Detroit Symphony Orchestra during your field trip there... I also won't talk about the time you took off and walked over to Aunt Mickey's house after another field trip, gaining the notoriety of being the only student your teacher ever "lost" in her 26 year teaching career.." Nope, today will be all about the magic of you... (and not the million crazy ass things you've done over the years which now provide tear wiping cackle fests for us all...)

PSS....You still have the prettiest blue eyes ever.

And I am sooooo incredibly grateful for the gift of you.

PSSS... oh yes, I did play in Paint and draw blue hearts around his eyes... I do love him (you) THAT much.


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