baby fat

You all know our dear friend.

Joshy darling.

Well when he was a pre-teen (before puberty furnished him into a hottie)

he was in a little film called Little Manhattan.

Chubby piece of funny right here.

Watch for yourselves.

Letters

Dear 33 year old mothers driving shiny new Mini Vans and Escalades,
You all have a tendency to pass me on the highway,
The highway with 6 miles of construction and bright signs that read a clear "45 MPH"
Maybe your Gucci sunglasses block natural light and the fury in my eyes 
Your nail appointment can wait.


Dear Older Sister,
I asked you to safety pin a small hole in the butt of my pj's,
the bigger hole you intentionally ripped was...special
I can now decipher the room temperature from the large breeze brushing past my legs
Weather Report, 45 degrees with a hint of sibling abuse.


Dear High School
The stereotypes are horribly incorrect,
I've never broken into song and dance in your hallways
and my children will never hear stories about sensitive football jocks who broke my heart.
I haven't changed into a "new person" 
and "the best 4 years" haven't applied yet. 
But, you've been enjoyable. 
I'll always remember those daydreams in math class, 
I'm about to live them.


Dear Car Rides,
Music was made for you.
Sunsets and rolled down windows.
We might feel unstoppable with you,
driving "recklessly" through Alpine neighborhoods..


Dear Future Husband,
Find me at age 24, i'll catch your eye.
I'll be wearing your favorite color and have my hair up in a messy bun.
We'll fall desperately in love but we won't admit it until our 11th date.
You'll propose to me with cheesy inside jokes on top of a mountain,
I'll stare into your sunlit greenish blue eyes..
you always captivated me with those eyes.
Our wedding will be in August
and we'll be happy.
Incandescently happy

Sent and Delivered.

eggstatic

 

Welcome back into my life.

Your crunchy shell and ....

that inside.

that chocolate inside.

that inside.

I'm waiting for more of you in my Easter basket,

Come soon my dear.

sparks flew

Magic

Sandra's seen a leprechaun,

Eddie touched a troll,

Laurie danced with witches once,

Charlie found some goblins' gold.

Donald heard a mermaid sing,

Susy spied an elf,

But all the magic I have known

I've had to make myself.

-Shel Silverstein

I'm jealous of these kids.

Sandra, Donald and the others with names from 1974.

I've stopped watching Dragon Tales and Magic School Bus.

I might have lost the spark.

take me somewhere imaginable.

Sunlit Eyes

Because it feels like summer.

And I crave..

chalk drawings, outside sleepovers, bike rides, and windows down in the car while i'm driving to the grocery store to pick up strawberries for the 4th of July picnic. 

I smell the grass under my head and mango syrup on my snow cone.

I remember dancing to Demi Lovato on the front lawn and making music videos that would be ridiculed if they were ever viewed in public. 

I miss jumping on the tramp. Learning back flips.

I hear the neighbor kids flirting and hear teenagers plan road trips.

I know that every summer,

 I'll watch too many movies about summer romances and secretly want one myself,

I'll lay out and get burned,

I'll dream of the beach,

I'll spend too many days sleeping and mowing the lawn,

I'll wear white eyelet sundresses and buy 3 pairs of sunglasses,

I'll dream about my future and the summers to come.

Until then,

I have march...not even worth capitalizing the m. 

and march madness (very small sarcastic "yay")

and Hunger Games (which is too glorious to be talked about)

but,

 none of this compares to coral nail polish and hot summer days.

hm..patiently waiting

sleepovers and star gazing

Sleeping dreams are the fantasies you can't take hours pondering about. Some overpowering neural system in your brain creates these momentary visions.
 Pointless.

But the real dreams, you know the ones you fantasize about for years, changing them constantly with the new things you discover about yourself,
 they're...something.

Dreams.
Goals.
Adventures.
Acting Stupid.

You all have your bucket lists

go live them.

Bunny Slippers

Scruffy boy man bands.
They sing those slow songs you danced to with an awkward pre-teen back at those Stake Dances.
That was probably a hard memory for you to go back to, I apologize.
With Goo Goo Dolls, Lifehouse, Switchfoot, Fray, Coldplay, and Snow Patrol, I sleep like a 4 year old child on baby tylenol. I appreciate these men. They're like a warm pair of socks.

Oh, and did you know that these two were married?

Victoria and Jim (or biologically known as Emily and John)

Seriously, adorable.

They probably slow dance to man bands too.