a little about me…
First, I have the privilege of being a mom to a beautiful little princess/ self proclaimed fashion diva, Isabella. Aptly named I must say. Actually if i had to go back and name her again at the age of four and a half, I would be tied to Isabella. Strong and beautiful and full of self confidence. Yes, we picked the right name. And then there’s Maggie. We have yet to formally meet. But I think it’s safe to assume the she be a child of her own terms. Not bound to societies rules and edict’s. You see, she is already three days late for her big arrival. A dancer perhaps? A mover of some sort I can assure you. And maybe a tad picky or shall I say she’s a girl who knows what she wants. I have a good feeling about her…
Update: So Maggie Rose arrived August, 22, 2008, six days late. Three days after I started this endeavor. And may I say, I was right! It’s amazing what you can tell about your children just by carrying them for nine months. She is a high maintenance girl who knows what she wants and she’s only four months old. A sweet mamma’s girl. Boy does she keep tabs on me. She is a joyful completion to our family!
Now on to my husband, Mike. A creator himself. Finding inspiration in a way completely new to me. A musician. What does he play you say? If he can pick it up or sit in front of it, he can play it. Which of course I find this completely fascinating considering I had a hard time playing the recorder. And every time I sing in the car, my daughter assures me that the current band playing has done a wonderful job with their song and do not particularly need my help in perfecting it. He truly inspires and incourages me to follow through with my creative urges. And that in and of itself is reason enough to love him. I must admit however, I possess a few shallow qualities. One being that I didn’t just marry him for his creative and winning personality. He is quite as looker, if I do say so myself. Dimples when he smiles….
Lastly, i suppose talking a bit about myself totally in relation to myself could be of some use in a a category titled, Little Ol’ Me. I am a dreamer, a list maker, and a planner of things that may never be possible. But what fun would life be without hope for the absurd? I must admit, i have a hard time taking time for myself. Taking time to follow through. Laziness, maybe, busyness, probably. I like to dream of what could be and am envious of those who can communicate their dreams with such ease. Whether it be art, or music, or theater. It’s so easy for some of us to express exactly what we see inside to the outside world. For me, it comes a little slower. But i try and that, is what life is all about. Giving what you can in hopes of being accurately remembered. I am not afraid to try new things, thank god. How boring would life be, everyday the same outlook on the same things. no thank you! So I’ll try to create new life from the mundane, and you’ll try to make sense of it for yourself. Deal?
