not together, celebrating

Right after dropping Daniel off at school, I received a phone call from this beauty.

Happy anniversary, Mommy!

Awe! She remembered! Then again, how could she not since she crashed our anniversary party nineteen years ago today. Of course I wished her a very happy birthday because she remains my baby, my love, my heart, my joy…something that I have called her since the day that she was born.

So we are celebrating.

Celebrating that 32 years ago when this guy said let’s get married, I said okay. Even more so, given our misadventures that happened this past February, we are celebrating the fact that we get to celebrate 32 years together. Oh, and we get to celebrate the fact that time does not stand still as our darling daughter #4, Jodie Grace Wynonna, is now 19 years old!

Just not together today…for the first time…ever.

Weird.

I guess she is preparing me for when she moves to Arizona.

reminder: have courage and be kind

It’s your birthday this week, Mom. What are you doing Friday the 13th?

Um, I don’t know…

Good. Keep that date open for me…for your birthday present. She smiles and flounces off, as she often does as the dancer, as the princess that she is.

What could it be?, I wonder to myself…a pedi?….a massage….shopping?…dinner?…all too much, of course. Still, I am excited, because she tells me that she is so excited. I can’t imagine her enthusiasm to not ever be contagious.

Happy Birthday To Me arrives and the first gift I receive is this:

Every one else, it would seem, is tripping on the time change springing forward one hour, but I am good because I have a perfect non-fat, no whip, white mocha, a Sephora gift card and I am seeing Cinderella with my darling 4th daughter the evening of Friday the 13th. No superstitions here!

Ever since I was a very little girl, Cinderella was my Princess. I know, not very feminist of me. Who cares! For me, a very lonely, awkward little girl, who never seemed to do anything right for anyone, no matter how hard she tried, Cinderella reminded to keep dreaming, keep believing…and I did. I do.

It is because of the Cinderella of my young life, I was worried about what Disney would do to her in a live action movie…Silly, I know, because this is Disney. Even with the PERFECT re-working of Sleeping Beauty into Maleficent of last year, I still had my reservations because this was my Cinderella. Yet, I still wanted to see it.

I had nothing to worry about.

Except for perhaps the “Cinderella” who greeted us as she tugged uncomfortably with her gloves and fidgeted with her ball gown…not princess-like at all! My Princess showed her how it is done even when clad in simple skinny jeans, a tee and ballet flats. The movie theater had the right idea having a “Cinderella” ready to meet and greet everyone on opening night. The reactions of the little children there was priceless. But it is hard for a professional princess to not want to show how it should be done right.

You don’t tug, you don’t fidget and you stand like this…

But the movie…the movie was almost perfection! I won’t lie, during the beginnings, filled with one heartbreak after another, I found myself saying out loud enough already…just as Ella meets Kit, the Apprentice. The story plays on as one familiar with Cinderella would expect; but with a few delightful twists and turns along the way to keep it fresh and more real…because, yes, feminists, even this Disney princess isn’t necessarily looking for a man to save her…especially when it is SHE who teaches the Prince that he must “have courage and be kind.”…something I believe we all need to be reminded of…some of us need to be reminded of the “be kind” part perhaps more so. Just saying…

I LOVED the movie! Jodie LOVED the movie! The reaction of pretty much everyone else in the theater tonight suggested that they all LOVED the movie too!

Cinderella is rated PG and although I would recommend it as family friendly, know that there are three characters who die in the movie, two whom die on screen, which might prove to be upsetting for more sensitive children..

Still, a wonderful movie evening and birthday gift with MY favorite princess.

Made even MORE perfect because it was my birthday! My princess did very good.

 

a coincidental Throwback Thursday

Twenty three years ago today, Bill, Zoë and I found ourselves together in a hospital.

What fun we had that day!

And although we certainly did not plan it, nor did we really want it to be this way, here we all were again today in a hospital celebrating life.

As you can see, Zoë now has the ‘fro and Bill has the “brand new Zoë” ‘do.

What a great birthday gift it was that her Daddy is up and walking, feeling better and hugging his little girl on her 23rd birthday!

Happy birthday to our wonderfully weird, gorgeous force of nature that is Zoë Elizabeth!

this is 13

I am no longer the mother of a child.

:::sob:::

I’m kind of glad that I have been sidelined the past four days with an ugly, ugly stomach bug because I haven’t really had time to really feel all of the emotional feels going on with the reality that my baby boy is THIRTEEN!!!

OMG!

But factor in the usual emotions that roll around every year just in time for his birthday when I think about his precarious beginnings, yada, yada, yada. Yeah, I know, I talk about all of that too much, as most parents of 1lb babies who survive past their first birthday do. Daniel knows too well. He mostly appreciates it too. But today he is thirteen and he’d much rather do what he wants on his thirteenth birthday as most teenagers want to do.

Yeah, as much as he won’t admit it, he was probably glad that mom has been sick.

Every chance he got he told me that today was the best birthday because this is thirteen.

Happy birthday my beautiful, wonderful, miraculous son!

 

and the party starts all over again

She arrived at last,

and the party started all over again.

Just twenty eight years ago today, being fashionably four days late, she arrived at last. Yes, the party did start all over again…

and it goes on…

as the best parties often do.

Today my first born, quite possibly the most perfect 8lb 4oz girl child (second only to her own 8lb 4oz girl child), was born which means that yes, I am now the mother of a 28 year old woman!

This woman!

Desperately resisting the urge to shout, “I made dis!”

Oh, the struggle!

The struggle is real.

I could not be prouder of this bright, talented, wise, thoughtful, strong, gorgeous woman.

Oh, screw it!

I made this gorgeous human!

You are very welcome Universe! 

Happy birthday my amazing, wonderful Hollie~Bear.