this moment

This moment.

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.

seven years of pink

For Hazel’s seventh birthday today…

YES!!! Hazel is SEVEN!!!

But back to the story…for Hazel’s seventh birthday today what she wanted more than anything was a day in her mama’s chair at her mama’s salon. And what she wanted most of all was pink hair.

Of course, she would. Because she is Hazel and she is a lot of pink. No, not the girly, girl kind of pink with ruffles and lace and bows.


Not Hazel.

Hazel is a sassy pink, a brassy pink. She’s a pink that you can’t help but notice…even if the last thing that she wants is for you to notice. But you can’t help but notice this girl, this pink girl.

So, because it is her seventh birthday, and her (currently) purpled hair mama gets her pink little girl, she delivered.

The perfect pink for a girl with so much brass

and sass

and sassafrass.

So much like your (currently) purpled hair mama and more.

Happy SEVENTH birthday Hazel Faye, our gloriously pink girl.

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.


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!