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Like Sands Through the Hourglass…

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I have heard it said you have only two “great loves” in your life.  You know, the type of relationship that stays with you forever.  If that is the case, I have used up my quota, as I have had them – and lost them.  Done and done.  The first was my ex-husband – The Monkey Daddy.  The second was my former love.

Our relationship was one that came out of nowhere and took us both by surprise.  You see, we have known each other for fifteen years.  My ex and his now ex have been close friends for over two decades.  We have been to weddings and baby showers and play dates and birthday parties together.  We weren’t “friends,” but we certainly weren’t strangers.  I always found him interesting and fun.  He always found me witty and there was something about me that made him happy when we’d run into each other – he just didn’t know what.  And after years of this we suddenly found ourselves single (or in his case what we thought was soon to be single) at the same time.  And we quickly moved from friends to ever so much more.

Sounds like the plot to some summer blockbuster romantic comedy starring Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks.

Coming soon to a theater near you…

“It Had to Be You”

Friends for years – but nothing more

Until that fateful day when she simply liked his post on Facebook…

And the rest was history.

Starring Meg Ryan as the unlucky-in-love divorced mother of three

and

Tom Hanks as the old acquaintance who would change her life for good.

Unfortunately, it was that history that turned our story from a romcom into a soap opera.  No seriously.  It became like a story line straight out of All My Children.  That meddling Erika Kane always getting in the way.  Ms. Susan Lucci herself couldn’t have played the part any better.

Stay tuned tomorrow for the continuing story on – “It Had to Be You.”

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The Loves of My Life


I LOVE many things.  Chocolate.  The beach.  The feel of the summer sun on my shoulders.  Four-inch high-heeled shoes.  But of all the things I love now, and have loved in the past (any idea whatever happened to Shawn Cassidy?), nothing compares to the love I have for The Three Monkeys. As challenging and strong-willed as the three of them are, my love for them is unwavering.  They have served as great inspirations for my writing. I have written about each of them, at different points in their development, usually because I was particularly struck by something they had done.  This piece is one I wrote about Monkey #2 – The Middle Monkey.
Monkey #2, at 10 – almost 11), is the consummate middle child. He craves alone time. Who can blame him? Particularly being sandwiched in between The Asperger King and Princess Bossyboots.  They DEMAND so much attention, my little middle monkey will do what ever it takes to get someone to pay ANY attention at all to him.  And frequently, it is negative attention.  One day as I was about to lose my mind and all I could think about was just how IRRITATING he was being, I decided to “reframe” his seemingly aggravating habits, and make them endearing. Hence this piece.

Stuff
There is so much “stuffs” about you to love.

The way you talk endlessly about Pokemon.  And The Lord of the Rings.  And Transformers.  And Star Wars.  And…And…And…

The way you will fill the pockets of your coat with granite gravel just because it sparkled and you wanted to add it to your “rock collection,” which is in a pile by the door on the carport.

The way your thumb still goes up to your mouth when you are nervous – but you hold back slipping it in – and you check to make sure I am noticing.

The way you will read aloud from those silly joke books and then say, “I don’t get it.” Followed by, “OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!” after I explain it – for the hundredth time.

The way you love maps. And mazes. And LEGOS. And puzzles. Even if they are strewn about your bedroom floor.

The way you are so curious about everything around you. Yes, everything.

The way you put your shirt on backwards, or your shoes on the wrong foot, or wear two different ones, or have chocolate all over your face – and not really care.

But mostly the way you will, out of nowhere, look over at me and say in your sweet lispy way,
“I love you, Mommy.”

*sigh* I love you, too, baby.  Truly, I do.