in the meantime, Thelma refuses to eat anything at all for breakfast, unless it begins with mac and ends in cheese. its either that, or my tube of burt's bees. i really hope this is just a phase.
when i offer a suggestion that she doesn't agree with, her response has become, "i don't like you , mom." where did she learn that? another phase, i hope.
it makes me think a lot about my own phases. just like Thelma, i am still learning about my world...from the people i love and the experiences i embrace. i want to remember my phases, my secrets, my memories. i've tried to forget so many things....to make myself believe that they have been erased. but, i know they are there.....if i look closely, and make a wish to uncover them.
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you know what i love about you? you make breakfast. and coffee artfully and slowly and put it in a beautiful mug with a saucer when no one is watching. i don't even zip my purse up and if i do boil some water, i throw a tea bag in a glass jar and then spill it.
and i love how everything you do is effortlessly aftful, deWees. you don't even have to try...you create beauty and leave a mark everwhere you go.
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