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Fallon tells me how much she doesn’t like fire trucks. They’re kind of loud, they’re kind of scary she tells me.
Yes they are kind of loud, sweet girl. They have to be when they are going to put out a fire, or save lives because we need to GET OUT OF THE WAY! But scary? Not to me, I tell her. Then I tell her about the fire fighters in her family. Her family, she asks? Yes. And as I invite her explore some antique fire trucks on display at a car show, I tell her about my grandfather and uncle, both fire fighters.
Truthfully, she seemed to be more impressed with the sticker the fire fighter gave her.
Oh, three year olds!
But today, Hollie shared the latest Fallonism on Facebook: My uncle papa used to be a fire apartment and would put the nasty fires down. That’s so cool.
She’s a proud fire apartment descendant!
Remember when we were little kids and we would dad-brag?
My daddy is the strongest man in the world.
Yeah? Well my dad is stronger than your daddy.
Whatever! My dad can beat up both of your dads.
So, my dad is the smartest.
…and on and on.
True or not, when you are 4 feet tall, all this and more seems absolutely possible…no…true. All of it is absolutely true when you are a kid.
And then you grow up.
But I am pretty certain that few people I know personally can brag that my dad, who is 23 years older than me according to my birth certificate (you do the math), just rode his bicycle across the state of Iowa for the 15th time just because he can and he’s kind of hard core and perhaps a little bit bad ass and likely a bit crazy. It’s RAGBRAI!
I can’t possibly get all my crazy just from one side of my family! I mean, Dad did remind me yesterday about that one time I rode with him on the Tour de Lacs,, a bike ride from Spokane, Washington to C’oeur d’Alene, Idaho and back again with a broken wrist in a cast. Bad ass, maybe. Crazy, oh yes. Still a good ride.
But right now we’re going to celebrate and dad-brag this while Dad is currently kicking back and enjoying (in his words) some low culture. That’s TV to most of us.
As long as he is not Keeping Up With The Kardashians!
What can possibly be sweeter than matchy-matchy mother daughter fashions? Except for when the daughter is of certain age where it is more like…
GAWD, MOM! NO!!!
I had that moment when I was in high school. Sure Mommy Dearest wasn’t even 40 when she decided to wear the exact same peasant blouse, jeans and platform sandals but…
GAWD, MOM! NO!!!
Quite possibly almost as mortifying as when she dragged me to protest with her, front and center against Jimmy Carter when he was running for President.
Hollie had that moment when I joked that perhaps we could have mother-daughter dresses for her wedding. Moms of daughters, take note. Not funny. No, really. Not funny at all. Especially when your daughter is trying on wedding gowns.
But when they are, oh I don’t know, maybe seven? What can be more awesome than dressing like mom? So awesome that you, the seven year old suggest it and mom agrees because mom is super cool that way.
Oh happy day!
Let me remind y’all that THIS was HER idea.
I dream a dream
I dream a dream where my desk will forever always be as uncluttered as I wish my mind would be.
Because this literally took me all day to do. Of course given the fact that my mind is such a cluttered mess, it is likely that it took all day to clean and organize this entire workspace because my mind is such a distracted cluttered mess.
I dream a dream where I would not find myself so excited over my latest purchase.
Best $4 I have ever spent ever because menopause is stupid and the fact that hot flashes can literally go on and on for years…YEARS post menopause is just stupid and dumb and quite possibly causes me to question my belief that it is great to be a girl.
I dream a dream where one can sit in a waiting room, a coffee shop, at a bus stop, in an airport, in a restaurant and not be forced to enjoy the music, video, game, podcast, whatever loud noises coming from an individual’s smart phone, tablet or laptop because, believe it or not, we really aren’t as into that new music video on YouTube or movie or book on tape game or whatever else you or your precious snowflake might be enjoying while sitting next to us in a waiting room, coffee shop, bus stop, airport, restaurant or any public place where we are sharing the same oxygen.
I dream a dream where ear buds and headphones are available for all god’s children…especially you and your precious snowflake.
And then I dream some more…
So many feels right now as I capture this moment. I’m not the only one either.
This moment we can’t help but be even more thankful for. This moment we wish that we could have shared with more…side eye at some who might not have bothered to check and perhaps respond to text messages. This moment that just five months ago might not have been possible. This moment that will not be a possibility for a dear, old friend whom we have known for as long as we all have been much too young people having babies. This moment we shake our head in shock that someone we share so much history with is gone. This moment we wonder why his family and why not ours. This moment we cry and share our love because life is just too tenuous. This moment we pray for our dear friend, his amazing wife and his wonderful children.
This moment. This moment we give thanks. This moment we celebrate.