I don’t know, nor do I particularly care, what your experience with this girl is, because that won’t shake how in my eyes she will always be extraordinary. Our friendship began in a 2nd grade classroom in 1997 and little did we know we would never be the same. It’s rare to find such a gem like her, the gem of being friends with her and being taken so quickly under the wings of her family. She taught me how to ride a bike , how to listen to good music, how to swim, how to use my creative outlet with all I got, how to correctly pronounce words in English that I was constantly getting all wrong and with that how to laugh at yourself. She encapsulates beauty, loyalty, gentleness and fearlessness.
I don’t know how you’ve been getting by in life, but this is how we do,”we get by with a little help from our friends”.
To us March marks the mad march of birthdays
|Meu Marido’s March 20th, Bruce’s April 1st, Bry’s April 3rd, Ash’s April 7th, Brendan’s April22nd|
As I thought about March & the madness of birthdays it ensues in our life
as I often do as March approaches & winter ends
and how strange it is that these people you grow up with,
grow separate lives in a few short years.
That sibling you knew inside and out,
laughed fought cried and hugged it out with…
Almost appears to have a complete other life you don’t know about .
And it’s nobodies fault & they’re not shutting you out
Time just.. doesn’t stop for anybody,
and before you know it we’re not 8,6,4,&2
it’s all to bittersweet to finally understand
that from this point on physically growing up together will only be a memory
Oh brother let me be very clear, so you don’t for a SECOND get it twisted,
just because we may physically be living separate, doesn’t mean I’m not with you.
I’m with you,
As you are with me.
Our senses of humors, strengths, arguments, heartache, healing interests, history, opinions, beliefs,
are as intertwined as our DNA.
So dear brother in the madness of march, don’t forget you are forever mine.
As things in everyday life flood me with child hood memories,
I am me because I was raised beside you.
& as we live ( miles apart as it may be)
& as time goes by
I continue to be your sibling who is growing up with you//
Oh this month
this mad month of March
stops me in my tracks
as I revel in the memories of how March will forever serve
(beginning with husband then mother then brother, brother,sister n-love,father in-love)
as the kick off for the tidal waves of birthdays,that come crashing in full speed
celebrating life & family, in all its madness
for years past and years to come .
because family can sometimes feel synonymous to madness
because family can sometimes get lost in the madness that is life.
making time to BE with them
to make more memories
with my marching in madness family <3
As I look at the snow, melting away, I ponder.
Winters past, the prospect of spring, and the overflow of snow related quotes that flood my mind.
I somehow find myself having spiraled down a deep rabbit trail,
leading me into deep curiosity about snow.
How can something so serene, powerful, breath taking,
all encompassing,and unique…
wreak so much havoc ?
How can something that fills children & puppies with effervescent joy,
be something that fills so many people with annoyance,irritation,numbness, & injury?
How does something so beautiful bring such danger and destruction?
The other day on our way to the eye-doctor
( praise break for new glasses 20/20 people out there -like Greg- don’t worry about it you’ll never quite understand)
Greg & I had a situation as we drove in the snow.
Swerve, prayers, and safety within an instant.
Rightfully so,Greg was shaken up.
Shockingly so, I was freakishly calm.
Thankfully so, all is well.
Maybe that’s what propelled today’s post.
Perhaps this snow is not dangerous,
when we take time to enjoy it in its proper setting.
These frozen beauties that fall from the sky,
I like to believe is intended to get me, to get us ,
to slow down and enjoy.
Maybe when we get off of “our idea of a perfect day high horse”
we’ll realize we’re the ones in danger,
in danger of missing out in every moment we’re given.
We spend so much time” hating” it , wishing “it goes away”
making cliche jokes asking Elsa to calm it down, but why?
Why wish away every moment
– i.e. me eagerly counting down the days for march 20th so we can move into our new apartment – instead of just loving the day we’re in?
It could have something to do with our discontent;
winters too cold
summer is too hot,
work is too ehh,
Monday is to ugghhh.
Quite frankly I’m over it.
We are in a constant state of go go go,
equally avoiding boredom & liveliness.
Constantly seeking to vocalize the most current dissatisfaction.
What an ugly trend that we’ve been adhering to.
Not taking time to stop and admire the snow,
to stop and admire life.
I write this knowing full well I’ve touched on this topic before,
but I’ll write about it as much as need be until I practice what I preach.
To enjoy the snow,
the rainy days,
and soak them up for all their worth.
‘ cause soon enough these moments like the snow,
will too soon melt away on a nearly spring day
and we’ll look back realizing
we spent all of our time unhappy where we’re at
waiting for the next best thing,
and if we’re not careful we wont only have missed the beauty of winter,
but also the beauty of spring.