Longing for a life that was simple...when others made decisions for me.
A time of gratitude for the simple things.....like "I love you this much"
Or the smell of a "just bathed" child...fresh out of the tub. Like soap and shampoo and lotion. I love to bury my face in their hair and smell that wonderful smell.or a ballerina and laughing and having a good time....
they grow up way to fast...
....longing for the time when I could look in the mirror
and recognize the person looking back at me.
Passages....they happen to all of us.
This sounds like a pity party...it is not..just let me be sad for a day.
Memories are the things that make it worth living....
and making them is what gets you up in the morning.
By the way, I got my eyes tattooed this weekend...you know permanent eye liner.....cause my hand isn't as steady now and I don't want to be bothered. Right now I kind of look like a Grandma ho..[If you know what I mean]
I hope it fades a little.....
But then when I look at myself, I don't see me anyway,
I see that gray haired grandma.
I am kind of getting used to her...she looks like my mom...
...and I long for her too.
