Where has the time gone? Just yesterday we were wall to wall cribs stumbling over each other. 9:50 my little “Indian” arrived followed 40 minutes later by my “pale face”…….Your father gave you these little nicknames. Richy…..you were so red…..and loud …and you had a black eye. Joke was you and your brother were fighting over who would get out first…..My little Bobby was pale and white and so quiet….and peaceful………We were all so young……..I am so very proud of the wonderful men you have become. I see you playing with your children now, and I gaze with awe..
God has done a mighty work in each of you………and HE raised you up…..in spite of all the obstacles and struggles and hugs and kisses and tumbles and disappointments……………….God kept His hand on you both…He never left your side………He had His eye on you two every second…. ………you both have grown up to be fine young men and I am proud and honored to be your mother…..You turned out exactly how God intended…….My dear sweet babies who loved it when Mommy sang to them..and thought it sounded so beautiful…….are now wonderful husbands and fathers …..who now know the truth……..and love me anyway.
Is it really possible to love someone, but not like them?
No Love Louie
Of course this is possible. In the words of that immortal bard, William Shakespeare, ” What wretched passion is this, this vile love of one I despise?” Or something along those lines.
Dear Mrs. SP,
When will I find my soulmate?
Soulless in San Diego
Your soulmate? I would check the Star Trek convention circuit and area laundromats.
How do you know when you have found “the one?”
Look for one with a strong fruity fragrance, a tough rind and no discoloration. Don’t squeeze it, just press gently to determine firmness.
At what age should bed wetting stop? I worried…
Pee Peeing in Pasadena
The fact that you are capable of navigating the internet and asking this question is of some concern to this reporter.
In other news, today is Richy’s birthday. I bought him the only thing he wanted… an iPhone. This is birthday and Christmas… his geeky little heart is singing. It is a phone, a computer, an iPod, etc, etc. It’s cool. But it makes my head hurt. Am I futuristic enough by just having a cell phone? I don’t even want one of those Cyborg ear pod things… sorry Nate. But they’re weird. Just a cool little cell phone that makes calls, texts, takes pictures. I’m good.
Richy is 30. And, you won’t believe it, but so is Robert.
Happy Happy Birthday!