My mother rocks. She is hysterical mainly because she is known for her southern bell accent, her precious hospitality and her remarkable gift of being able to get some of the most common phrases and quotes completely wrong. She takes it all with a grain of salt and an enchanting smile as we laugh until we cry reminiscing over her every incorrect statement. God love her.
Monday, September 29, 2008
A Picture Is....
orange life jackets
sunscreen and floaties
snoopy fishing pole
giggles and squirms
warm naps
burnt skin
curly hair with helicopter bows
a wooden boat
wobble knees on skis
robert spraying Mama Anne
long boat rides
alligators sunning on the point
learning to bait a hook
you catch it, you clean it
checking crab traps on the hour
wet hair and card games
laughter and smiles for every meal
and waffles :)
first bikini
summer crushes
first GOOD kiss
sneaking in the cooler
bonfires with a broken radio
sneaking out only to get caught
fireworks and screams
motown and james brown
tears and heartache
comfort and support
refuge from reality
shooting stars
Orion
questions and answers
reunions that last forever
memories that will never stop being made
my line that keeps pulling me in
mom and dad
home
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nice :)
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