What is it about milestones, that cause you to stop and reflect? I've been having a blast with the big day event calendar, counting down the days to my birthday. Seeing myself at different ages has stirred up memories and forgotten times.
I'm going to try and keep this short and simple, easier said than done.
I'm so grateful and thankful for all that I have in my life. I've been blessed beyond what I think I deserve:
Dad, you will never understand the depth of my love for you. You and I can sit and shoot the shit, and have more fun than any two people I know. You understand my humor more than anyone on this planet. Watching you bust your ass for everything you have in life is such an inspiration for me, to continue on doing what you started. Thank you for every time you bailed me out of a bad situation. Thank you for saying no at times. Thank you for saying yes more than once. Thank you for pushing me to be more and do more. I may not ever do it the way you would, but your voice is in my head. You've taught me how to be a business woman and not back down from anyone. My success is only because you paved the way for everything I have today. I love you daddio
Mammie, you will never understand the depth of my love for you. I respect you for being a strong woman through a lot of situations that would have sent other people running. My childhood, although not normal, was one of the best times of my life. There may be times, where I bring up the bad memories, but the good definitely outweigh the bad. I remember road trips in the Firebird, because you wanted to drive fast. I remember fishing at the butt crack of dawn. Your typewriter and the sound of your fingernails as you typed is forever etched in my brain. Not only that, you didn't say no when I wanted to play with it, you taught me. All the things you loved, you shared your knowledge. How many people can say they had their own pool stick at 2? How many people served Miller Lite pony bottles when they were 4? How many people were taught how to drive, starting at 11 years old? And not in a piece of shit car, but a 1974 red Firebird. You gave all of yourself to me and to Dallas. I know that and I love you for it. Thank you for Bosco, 86 chickens, 2 pheasants, 2 ducks, 2 goats and one Caiman crocodile. Thank you for old music. It will one day be my demise. I'll hear a song when I'm 80 and go to call you, and you won't be there. You are my music. Your soundtrack is my soundtrack.
That's it for today folks.. all you get. There are so many more people who add to the sum of who I am, and I will write about them at a later date. I just wanted to start with the two people who gave me life. Two crazy people met, fell in love, and created one perfect beautiful little girl.... ME
Growing older is a privilege. I am going to work harder on not taking it for granted.
Goodbye 30's.... hello 30's again. I may have to work on how to say 40.
