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| Fairy face paint of course! |
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| Stylin' new outfit from Auntie Sam |
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| leftover Tigra paint this morning | | | | | | | | | |
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Eight years ago today I was stacking the stools in my art room. I was very pregnant and unusually grumpy. I knew something was up so I called my mom for advice. "Could you be in labor?" my mom inquired. Or course not, the baby wasn't due for ten more days. I didn't even have a bag packed. I called my doctor who confirmed my early labor symptoms but informed me because of the new moon there was literally no room at the inn. I was encouraged to go home and relax. Phew, time to take a shower, shave my legs, and pack my bag for the hospital. I drove myself and checked in. My mom arrived shortly there after and little did she know that in eight hours she would be cutting the umbilical cord of her granddaughter. I'm not sure if my mom has ever looked so proud of me in my whole life. She was unbelievable that day. Eight years later and this little girl is sprouting into a young lady. She grew an entire inch since last November. Today we visited the park we used to take her to all the time when she was little. It was totally spontaneous. A little park with a couple of swings, monkey bars, a slide, and a big wooden boat. It's the perfect amount of 'stuff'. A weeping willow tree to provide just enough shade and a perfect spot for a picnic blanket. Hard to imagine I was working seven days a week waiting tables to support us. I would scoot home after working a double and scoop Elizabeth up for her last feeding. I think I had the Norah Jones album on repeat that year. I would sing her "The Nearness of You." every night. Although that time was hard for me, Elizabeth and I were bonding for life. She taught me so much during that time. I wonder if she will ever realize? 3:38 am.
