The Bigger They Get

The little Brownie Girl Scout in me who marched in parades carrying the flag in small white-gloved hands, who saluted that flag proudly every morning in grammar school, who laid wreaths at the war memorial on the high school football field, who decorated her bike with bunting and streamers every 4th of July and who [...]

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Found while traveling through Maryland yesterday:

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When you start to suspect that your good days might be the hormonal ones, that’s bad isn’t it?

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Today is 78 degrees and sunny. The breeze is soft and cool and the neighborhood is quiet. No roaring lawnmowers or zinging weed whackers, no construction noise, nothing jarring - just birdsong, leaves ticking against each other in the breeze, and cricket chatter. Pure heaven.
Summer days like this are rare. The [...]

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Dear Daughter,
Two hundred eighty eight is such a big number. It’s really hard for me to believe just how fast all of this goes. I had no idea when the nurse handed you to me for the first time that just the next day you’d be living in your first apartment halfway across [...]

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This is how my day is going so far. How’s yours?

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There’s no deluding myself anymore that daughter has simply gone away to school once again.
She has moved out.
The trailer packed to the roof with the accumulated belongings of her 24 years…
The long ride to Chicago via Indianapolis and the long ride home without her…
The weekend spent moving her in to her apartment and shopping for [...]

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Dear Son One,
I can’t believe how quickly time has flown and how incredible (and incredibly tall) you are. It has been 264 months since you appeared on the scene, snapping my tailbone like a twig in the process. You were a beautiful baby, despite the horrible photo taken of you in the hospital [...]

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Why in the world am I all of a sudden getting ads on here for G*a*y B*e*a*r D*a*t*i*n*g?

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Sebastian, that’s who.
It’s late. I can’t sleep. I’m sleeping (or not) on the family room couch tonight because the family room is where Sebastian’s crate is. I am Sebastian’s private duty nurse. He ate an aluminum pie plate earlier this evening and what goes down must come back up. Or out [...]

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