Hi Ya’ll! I’ve been away for a bit. Registering voters, yelling at the tv, trying to quit smoking (failed). Ya know, the usual stuff.
But I missed you guys.
So I’m back! Or not, if this diary gets my usual traffic:)
But if you’ve read this far down, I will reward you with a story.
I attended my Gran’s 101th (not a typo) birthday last week. Now, before you go all WOW on me, note that she did the work. Living and whatnot. I just drove for 12 hours. (and my legs are still bitching at me)
So, the promised story…
Once upon a time there was a little snarky girl. Too smart for her own good. Too blonde for anyone to take her seriously. She was 5. (not me, nope. cat pic? I should insert a cat pic. Or a contraction, because that always works). Our girl has a fairy Gran who knows everything. Who remembers everything. As we were walking around the magic garden, she reminded me of the day I lost faith in the world. It was the day I caught her being the Easter Bunny. She was mortified that I caught her. But, and I forgot this, I hugged her and told her that I would always believe in magic as long as it’s her.
Not my best story. The true ones never are. But half a century later, I’m puttering around the garden with my Gran and she told me that story.
The point? Hug your family.