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Out to lunch! That smile warms my heart!
LeBella had a great day today! The best day she’s had in months actually. We got all her lessons done early so I took her out to lunch and we went to the dollar theater. We watched the first 1/2 of Harry Potter and that was enough for her! 
Like this:
First Kiss
Happy Valentine’s Day, Ragers! In honor of this stupid holiday lovely day for the loveliness of lovers, I am sharing a poem with you. I wrote it for my creative writing class and it is a true account of our first kiss. I can’t believe it’s been almost 15 years….
My Big Moment-The Poem
As the cheery voices died down
and the over bright colors fade
to black on the dusty TV,
I unfold my tiny frame up
and off of the creaky old bed.
The faded paisley comforter
caught my sandal and I scoot it.
His hand; large and roughly calloused
grabs mine, engulfing it fully.
His dark brown eyes plead with me
to stay, I shake my head and hide
my eyes behind long, dark brown bangs
I gently pull the bedroom door
open and my mouth then waters
from the delicious smell of food
being fried in the kitchenette.
I slide out, into the darken
dusk of the tiny apartment.
I drag my feet reluctantly
along the juice blemished carpet
as I head towards the front door.
My hands twist and flutter at the
border of my gauzy chemise,
I notice a little pink stain
standing out boldly on the white
fabric. I want to turn back and
ask him if he felt the same way
I did but fear propels me on.
Did I make his heart race wildly?
Did he want me now, for always?
I hesitate again, staring
at the peeling paint on the door,
noticing it mirrors a wave
pale grey crashing through the grimy
handprint and fingerprint smudged white.
Suddenly his warm hand was there
on my bare arm and my skin seemed
to come alive; nerves bursting with
fire at every point of contact.
Gently he turned me to face him.
I could feel his breath warm and sweet
bearing down softly on my face.
I look up, and then up some more,
as he towers above my head.
I inhale deeply, basking in
the rich, heady scent of Chanel.
His eyes bare deeply into mine
and I see many questions there.
I don’t get a chance to answer,
he wraps his arm around my waist
buries his hand deep in my long hair.
And it is then that he kisses me.
The kiss is soft, cautious at first
but deepens as I respond.
And in that one single moment
I have just one thought: Forever.
He steps back, loosening his grip,
“So, do you wanna be my girl?”
The seriousness is now gone,
In its place is a goofy grin.
Coherent words now elude me,
so I nod my head nervously
and I skitter out through the door.
Pushing the staleness of the hall
Away until it shuts, hard
behind me and I pause, feeling
the hot, sultry afternoon air
settle, heavy on my cool skin.
My emotions are all jumbled
up between excitement and fear.
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Hey, did you see my new blog?? It’s where I will be posting my fiction and creative writing ventures form now on.
Related Articles
- The Science of Kissing (psychologytoday.com)
- TV Kisses Video Montage (geektyrant.com)
Writer’s Workshop:Special Valentine
This Week’s Prompts
1.) A lecture you still remember.
2.) You know you’re a rookie mom when you…
3.) A poem for your special Valentine.
4.) Share a photo that captures your special Valentine(s).
5.) Read the following quote and respond: “Sometimes you have to break the rules around you to keep the rules within you” -Martha Beck O Magazine
Okay, before I show y’all this picture and have you scratching your heads, let me explain.
LeDaddy is not a giver. He’s more of a doer. Last Friday I was rear ended by a moron. He tried to swerve at the last minute and ended up smashing my quarter panel. LeDaddy said the car was now trash and I would have to learn how to drive the Mustang. I may have cried. Yesterday he came home and I saw this:
Yay for Bondo! lol
So, while there may not be any roses or diamonds in my immediate future I’m happy because the Nissan is on her way to recovery and will be repaint white with light green metallic flake (to go with my Tinkerbell theme) in no time!
For the Love of Bloggers
As you guys know we’re going through it over here and
Image by JD | Photography via Flickr
Image by JD | Photography via Flickr
that’s why I haven’t been posting (Sat & Sun’s post only got up because they’d been scheduled). LeBella is still not well and it’s taking all my energy during the day to keep her from falling apart and I’m exhausted now but the lovely Crystal Domestic, But Not Martha had a wonderful idea and I wanted to help spread the love:
Bloggers who want/need some love!
Charmingly Chandler
Shanamama
Last Train to Pooksville
The Colie’s Chronicles
Rags to Stitches
Art & Soul
Symmetric Mom
Mummy Brain
Scampified
Bluebird
My Creative Path
Domestic, But Not Martha
Dana Sears Fam
Designs by Dana Sears
Lia’s Kibbies
Gray Baby Productions
My Twisted Tree
So Cute It Hurts
Sweet Eventide Photography
Creative Outpour
Writer’s Workshop:Dear Teen, Love Mom
I am linking up again this week with Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop. For this week’s prompt I have chosen: A letter to your future teen.
My Darling Son,
You have grown so very fast. It seems like just yesterday I held your tiny 8.9lbs package of baby softness in my young arms and gazed into those big brown eyes for the very first time. In one heartbeat I experienced a level of love that I didn’t even know existed. The bond we developed came quick, strong and has stood the test of time.
That first year was such a scary one for us. You were sick, a lot. When you were 3 months old you had a surgery that scared the bejeezus out of me, but saved your life.
When you were a toddler I finally had to bite the bullet and get a job. I found a daycare that gave me my first job and allowed me to keep tabs on you. This was a traumatic time for us both, we had such bad separation anxiety! We sat on opposites side of a cold classroom door, crying our eyes out.
You had a few rough years of school, barely passing most years, but I knew you were smart! I studied with you every day and I’m sorry I made you redo all your school work, but by 4th grade you were pulling straight A’s and you’ve been an Honor student ever since!
To this day you are often close by my side. Always “hanging out” with me. I often joke that I must have done something wrong because I thought teenagers were supposed to be sulky, locking themselves away in their rooms and avoiding their family at all costs.
I hope this doesn’t change. I love that you welcome me into your life and share everything with me.You’ve told me your dreams and your plans to reach them, and I have vowed to help you every step of the way.
Mostly, I want to tell you how proud I am of you. I am so proud that you made it into the Honors Program. I am so proud of your priorities and how you take school so seriously. You know that as long as you do your best, I am proud of you, but you don’t use that as a crutch. You always push for more, better, higher.
And I also want to tell you, thank you. Thank you for teaching me to be a mother, for forgiving my mistakes and praising my successes.
Thank you for being you.
I love you always,
Mom
I don’t think there are words in existence that properly express the love a mother has for her children and there are an infinite number of reasons why my son is so special to me, I don’t think I could ever sum them up in a blog post, or ten.
A letter to your future teen.
