She has passions and goals of her own. Some of them, I completely relate to. Others are more of a surprise.
To quote Out For Justice, maybe it’s mood swings, maybe it’s hormones, maybe it’s the need to impose her will. Whatever it is, this little princess is turning three shades of raging.
The smiles are the same and their faces, while different sizes, are almost the spitting image of one another.
I may not have “gotten” it, but friends don’t need to “get” it. They just need to show you support. I hadn’t shown him support and it hurt to realize it.
I know we’re not supposed to mention those things. It makes us uncomfortable, but we’re all adults here.
I want her to be a good person, not just to me, but to everyone.
Some loved ones are gone because they’re in a better place now. Others are gone because I am.
Had you told me two days earlier that this would have been Christmas, I would have screamed in worried agony. I would have called it a failure and seen my biggest fear become a reality.
The days of smoking in the mall, downing an Orange Julius, and watching Dr. Huxtable examine women in his basement have all come to an end.
Don’t tell me what cool is. I know what cool is.