happy birthday daddy.
thanks for the years of support, love and laughter.
hope you're enjoying a cold one for me...
loads of love.
88.
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Friday, March 2, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
simple treasures....
do you own any treasures? I consider myself quite a lucky lady, because I do. now, when you think of treasure you might think of the monetary worth something brings in and while I do love my "fancy treasures" [wedding band, engagement ring, etc.] - to me I own a few "simple treasures" that are the most valuable things I own...
would I be devastated if I lost my rings? yes. can they be replaced. yes. even if I lose them, no one can ever take away the feelings that flowed through me when DJ asked me to marry him, or when he surprised me on the eve of our [second] wedding day with my beautiful engagement ring... those feelings are tied to my husband, to our love - not to the rings that I wear as an outward display of that.
the things that can't be replaced mean that much more to me -- one of the most valuable things I have to this day are little things that I've held on to over the years that money cannot replace - my senior year of high school yearbook [if anything only for what DJ wrote in it], pictures from my childhood and DJ's childhood, and probably my biggest "treasure" would be my box of pictures, cards, letters and emails from my dad. I go through them from time to time just to feel close to him and remind myself of his spirit and who he was - but I do have one thing that is a constant reminder.
on to one of my biggest "treasures" -- so I have this email printed out and hanging in my office that my dad wrote me 10 years ago [to the day actually]... I was a sophomore in college and I honestly don't know what it was in response to but I can tell you that the day I got it I printed it out and hung it on my wall right by my computer in my apartment in Northgate. It has since then moved with me to two different rooms in the UCF ZTA house, my office in Columbia College, my apartment at USC, two different offices in Wilmington, my home in Great Barrington and now back on my office wall in Atlanta. For ten years I hung that email up as a constant reminder to myself of the love that my parents felt for me.
The email reads:
Subject: YOUR MOMMY AND DADDY ARE VERY PROUD OF YOU
Hi honey,
The subject says it all. We are very proud of your accomplishments.
Thanks for being you.
That is all.
Daddy
If you ever met my dad you know he's a man of very few words - but when he spoke, you listened. When he told you he loved you, you basked in it. When he told you he was proud of you, you felt like the most powerful person in the world.
I hope that I can one day be the pillar of strength for my children that my father was for me - he wasn't perfect, but he was the best daddy I could have ever asked for. His birthday is coming up - he would have been 77 on Friday, crazy to think about that and the fact that it's been over five years since we lost him. Sometimes it really does feel like yesterday I was laughing on the phone with him and making him tell me that he loved me before he hung up.
I guess the biggest thing I have to share in regards to this is tell the people you love that you love them, tell your kids [and significant others, family members, friends] that you're proud of them. This is the reason I love cards, letters and just taking the time to physically write to someone what they mean to you. It's so important to share these things with people and sometimes it means that much more when it's written down and you can physically hold on to and come back to... You never know when you could be giving someone a simple treasure that they will hold on to and love for the rest of their days.
Do you have any treasures of your own?
What are they?
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
I suck: the valentines day edition
remember that time that DJ and I were having a baby and trying to save money...
I do!
I'm currently living it.
to pinch a few extra pennies DJ and I decided we would be doing a frill-free valentines day this year.. aka no gifts, no nada - just a moderate dinner out [which we're doing tonight to not deal with the crowds]. so I was going to be sneaky and make him a little gift but I said something to him about needed to get a few little supplies and he goes into the whole "we're trying to save money, no gifts, I'm not getting you anything, no no no..." speech so I back down.
...and I do precisely that.
nothing.
so let's rewind to yesterday... I get in the car and my love has a dozen beautiful red roses sitting on the passenger seat for me, which he then quickly follows up with a sweet card, a box of chocolates and [one of my all-time favorite things in the whole wide world] cotton candy.
I then have a slight freakout saying thank you and showering him with kisses and then I say "but we weren't supposed to do gifts or anything this year..." his response, something along the lines of - "well, I knew you weren't going to listen and that you'd do something so I did too" I stare blankly and respond "no, I didnt!?"
the one time I listen. of course, he laughs it off and says that valentines day is really all about women and he doesn't care but I feel like a big ole ahole. I didn't even have a card for him [in my defense we're supposed to be celebrating tonight].
I know it wasn't a big deal, it was just such a sweet sentiment and I really was caught off-guard. who knew $20 at the grocery store could get a man so much street cred.
so there you have it. my valentines day failure...
I'm a lucky girl...
so excited to have a nice relaxing Italian dinner out [yay carbs] with my love tonight....
...and now the clock is ticking - what can I buy/make him in the next 5 hours?!
....wish me luck!
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
10 things we love about marriage...
happy valentines day!
so this morning Nikki posted her and her husband's "10 things we love about marriage" list on her blog Perpetually Engaged... I loved her and her husband Bryan's lists and was inspired to write my own list... and then convince DJ to write his... so here it is what we love about being married to each other...me:
- I love that I get to spend the rest of my life alongside my best friend.
- I love that you know just how to bring a smile to my face [even when I'm mad at you].
- I love what a great puppy-daddy you are to Ollie and what an amazing daddy you're going to be to our daughter!
- I love you scrape the ice of the windshield every morning for me.
- I love that you know exactly what spot on my back I want/need rubbed when I ask you to.
- I love that you put up with my tears, fears and mood swings.
- I love that you are my family.
- I love that you challenge me to be more engaged and invested in the world around me.
- I love that you understand who I am and accept me for better or worse.
- I love being held in your arms.
him:
- I love walking up next to you.
- I love going to bed next to you.
- I love.......... [yeah, I'm going to censor that one] ;)
- I love that you are my best friend.
- I love spending every minute with you.
- I love knowing at the end of the day no matter what happens you will be by my side.
- I love that you do my laundry.
- I love that you fold my laundry.
- I love that you make me do things I normally would not do.
- I love that you have made me a family man.
thanks nikki for the inspiration.
thanks DJ for making my the happiest girl out there.
happy valentines day friends!
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
perspective.
so last night I was given some unexpected perspective. DJ and I spent three hours in the emergency room at Emory after work last night.
spoiler alert: don't freak out, we're both fine [and so is baby j].
anyways, DJ has been having some chest pain over the past few days and just wasn't feeling right [also, his grandfather died of a heart attack at 33, which is just petrifying]. I told him that I trusted his intuition and he knew his body and what it was telling him. basically, I'd rather shell out the dough now and get some tests run and know what was up or have some relief that he was okay than both be anxious about it until he could get in to see his doctor. so we headed to Emory's ER.
in my prior life as a Residence Coordinator ["RC"] I spent several weeks a year on-call for the university I worked at and responded to the hospital [when on-call] whenever a resident student was transported... hence, I feel like I've become quite the expert on ERs and had a good idea that we might not leave with answers. as the ER doctor we saw last night put it - emergency rooms are good for ruling out a lot of things but not necessarily diagnosing. and that's what happened.
so long story short - tests were ran, everything came back normal enough and DJ is going to have to do some follow-up with his general care doctor. the real perspective came last night when I tried to go to bed. to say the thought of something seriously being wrong with DJ kept me up was an understatement. I just kept thinking about how I can't imagine my life without him anymore - on my birthday we went for a walk at a local park and were talking about how I've known him for over half my life [he's been a part of 16 out of my 29 years... crazy] and how when I'm 36 I'll have known him 2/3rds of my life -- and then DJ did some terrible math to figure out the rest which we just couldn't get and we just laughed and laughed.
cheesy as it is - he truly is my best friend, partner and love. he's my other half. he's going to be our sweet little girl's "daddy" and the best dad in the world, I know it. I've said it before and I'll say it again - our marriage is not perfect, he is not perfect, I am definitely not perfect. but we truly are perfect for each other [most days, hah]. I know I take him for granted at times and that we definitely have our differences, but he is a great husband and friend.
I am so thankful that everything came back normal and I can't imagine what I would do if they didn't. like, I have no earthly idea what I would do. I can't imagine going on this journey of life without him -- experiencing parenthood, the mundane joy of putting away laundry, laughing ourselves to sleep [or on some terrible nights crying], making dinner [aka him changing my recipes], yelling at him to put the toilet seat down - the random idiosyncratic of living your life along side another... I can't and don't want to imagine the thought of not having those moments together big and small.
all in all, some unwanted but great perspective on life, love and luck. I'm one lucky girl in so many ways.
spoiler alert: don't freak out, we're both fine [and so is baby j].
anyways, DJ has been having some chest pain over the past few days and just wasn't feeling right [also, his grandfather died of a heart attack at 33, which is just petrifying]. I told him that I trusted his intuition and he knew his body and what it was telling him. basically, I'd rather shell out the dough now and get some tests run and know what was up or have some relief that he was okay than both be anxious about it until he could get in to see his doctor. so we headed to Emory's ER.
in my prior life as a Residence Coordinator ["RC"] I spent several weeks a year on-call for the university I worked at and responded to the hospital [when on-call] whenever a resident student was transported... hence, I feel like I've become quite the expert on ERs and had a good idea that we might not leave with answers. as the ER doctor we saw last night put it - emergency rooms are good for ruling out a lot of things but not necessarily diagnosing. and that's what happened.
so long story short - tests were ran, everything came back normal enough and DJ is going to have to do some follow-up with his general care doctor. the real perspective came last night when I tried to go to bed. to say the thought of something seriously being wrong with DJ kept me up was an understatement. I just kept thinking about how I can't imagine my life without him anymore - on my birthday we went for a walk at a local park and were talking about how I've known him for over half my life [he's been a part of 16 out of my 29 years... crazy] and how when I'm 36 I'll have known him 2/3rds of my life -- and then DJ did some terrible math to figure out the rest which we just couldn't get and we just laughed and laughed.
cheesy as it is - he truly is my best friend, partner and love. he's my other half. he's going to be our sweet little girl's "daddy" and the best dad in the world, I know it. I've said it before and I'll say it again - our marriage is not perfect, he is not perfect, I am definitely not perfect. but we truly are perfect for each other [most days, hah]. I know I take him for granted at times and that we definitely have our differences, but he is a great husband and friend.
I am so thankful that everything came back normal and I can't imagine what I would do if they didn't. like, I have no earthly idea what I would do. I can't imagine going on this journey of life without him -- experiencing parenthood, the mundane joy of putting away laundry, laughing ourselves to sleep [or on some terrible nights crying], making dinner [aka him changing my recipes], yelling at him to put the toilet seat down - the random idiosyncratic of living your life along side another... I can't and don't want to imagine the thought of not having those moments together big and small.
all in all, some unwanted but great perspective on life, love and luck. I'm one lucky girl in so many ways.
two crazy kids twelve long years ago....
a few degrees, a plethora of late night phone calls, one trusty magical trip to wal-mart, a broken engagement and loads of other "relationships" later.... still my best friend, still my soulmate...
I know, heavy post. just what was on my mind and heart today.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
2 years.
88. my love.
2 years of wedded bliss down, the rest of our lives to go.
happy anniversary to my best friend, soulmate, lover and better half.
i love you my danny j.
Friday, December 9, 2011
a letter to my father...
Daddy,
I still can't believe it's been five years that you've been gone. This day has been one of the hardest days for me to live through for the past five years... I'm breathing a little easier this year but it still hasn't been easy. Last night I laid in bed after Danny and Oliver fell asleep and thought of you and cried - I thought of memories we've shared, the pain I felt when we lost you, all the moments over the past five years that I wish you had been at or that I could have talked to you about. I thought about all of the lessons you've taught me and all of the ideals of parenthood that I learned from you.
Isn't it crazy that I'm going to have a baby? Your baby, your little girl - is having a baby! I know you would say that it's impossible and let me sit in your lap and mess up your hair just like I'd been doing for the past twenty plus years and say I was still your baby. Well, don't worry - I still am. I'll always be a daddy's girl til the day that I die and even then. When I frustrate mom sometimes she still calls me "Little Mike" - we really are a lot alike, especially as I've gotten older [and stayed just as stubborn] - it drives her nuts and it drives Danny crazy too! I'm definitely your daughter for better or worse - I got the good and the bad!
I hope that you'd be proud of the woman I've become over the past five years - I've done a lot of growing up and I finally feel like I'm true to myself and living the life I deserve and want. I learned a lot about marriage and relationships through you and I've tried to keep it close to my heart over the past two years and be a good wife. I'm nervous about being a parent, sometimes I feel like I can't possibly be ready but then I reflect on my childhood and all of the things that were second nature to me because of the parents that you and mom are, the value you placed on education and love and laughter. I want to instill those things into my children - I want them to read, to learn, to have one-on-one time with each of their parents, to explore, to sit in my lap and laugh. I want them to feel special, just as special as you made me feel all those years.
Danny and I decided that if we have a boy his middle name will be Carl after you - and if it is a boy, I hope he will turn out to be as great a man as you (and Danny). I wonder if you remember Danny from high school, mom did - the comedian she calls him, so if you do remember him you'd probably make some smart-ass comment about him and give him a crazy nickname like you always did. You'd like Danny though, you'd make lots of fun of him - yell at him to shave more, debate with him on politics, roll your eyes a whole lot when he talked but deep down - you'd like him, actually you'd love him. He's a smart man and one of the most intelligent, knowledgeable people that I've ever met and I know you'd respect that about him. He loves me too dad, he loves me the way you always taught me I deserved to be loved - I see it in every step he takes and every word he speaks to me, he looks at me the way you looked at mom. It's a special thing and I feel blessed to now know the love that you had explained to me all those years.
I miss you a lot dad, there isn't a day that passes that I don't think of you or talk to you - I hope you hear me up there. I carry your pocket knife with me still, the old timer - I even carried it in my pocket on my wedding day to have you with me while I walked down the aisle. You may be gone but you're living on in me, and you're going to live on in your new grandchild. They may not ever meet you but they will know you through stories, photos and the love for you that I will share with them.
I love you, 88.
annahita
I still can't believe it's been five years that you've been gone. This day has been one of the hardest days for me to live through for the past five years... I'm breathing a little easier this year but it still hasn't been easy. Last night I laid in bed after Danny and Oliver fell asleep and thought of you and cried - I thought of memories we've shared, the pain I felt when we lost you, all the moments over the past five years that I wish you had been at or that I could have talked to you about. I thought about all of the lessons you've taught me and all of the ideals of parenthood that I learned from you.
Isn't it crazy that I'm going to have a baby? Your baby, your little girl - is having a baby! I know you would say that it's impossible and let me sit in your lap and mess up your hair just like I'd been doing for the past twenty plus years and say I was still your baby. Well, don't worry - I still am. I'll always be a daddy's girl til the day that I die and even then. When I frustrate mom sometimes she still calls me "Little Mike" - we really are a lot alike, especially as I've gotten older [and stayed just as stubborn] - it drives her nuts and it drives Danny crazy too! I'm definitely your daughter for better or worse - I got the good and the bad!
I hope that you'd be proud of the woman I've become over the past five years - I've done a lot of growing up and I finally feel like I'm true to myself and living the life I deserve and want. I learned a lot about marriage and relationships through you and I've tried to keep it close to my heart over the past two years and be a good wife. I'm nervous about being a parent, sometimes I feel like I can't possibly be ready but then I reflect on my childhood and all of the things that were second nature to me because of the parents that you and mom are, the value you placed on education and love and laughter. I want to instill those things into my children - I want them to read, to learn, to have one-on-one time with each of their parents, to explore, to sit in my lap and laugh. I want them to feel special, just as special as you made me feel all those years.
Danny and I decided that if we have a boy his middle name will be Carl after you - and if it is a boy, I hope he will turn out to be as great a man as you (and Danny). I wonder if you remember Danny from high school, mom did - the comedian she calls him, so if you do remember him you'd probably make some smart-ass comment about him and give him a crazy nickname like you always did. You'd like Danny though, you'd make lots of fun of him - yell at him to shave more, debate with him on politics, roll your eyes a whole lot when he talked but deep down - you'd like him, actually you'd love him. He's a smart man and one of the most intelligent, knowledgeable people that I've ever met and I know you'd respect that about him. He loves me too dad, he loves me the way you always taught me I deserved to be loved - I see it in every step he takes and every word he speaks to me, he looks at me the way you looked at mom. It's a special thing and I feel blessed to now know the love that you had explained to me all those years.
I miss you a lot dad, there isn't a day that passes that I don't think of you or talk to you - I hope you hear me up there. I carry your pocket knife with me still, the old timer - I even carried it in my pocket on my wedding day to have you with me while I walked down the aisle. You may be gone but you're living on in me, and you're going to live on in your new grandchild. They may not ever meet you but they will know you through stories, photos and the love for you that I will share with them.
I love you, 88.
annahita
88 dad, I love you forever and a day, to the moon and back.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
happpppppppppy birthday to my lovie...
today is a very special day - 9 months until my birthday yay - it's DJ's birthday!
happy birthday to the sweetest boy man I know...
to jigga...
the giver of the sweetest kisses around...
an amazing [tri]athlete...
who stole my heart when I was a mere 17...
who I would climb a mountain for...
he's the best puppy daddy out there...
who will one day be a great dad...
he clearly has amazing fashion sense...
and terrible taste in football...
I love him so much that I vowed to love him for all eternity...
not once, but TWICE...
happy birthday to my soulmate, my partner in crime, the ying to my yang, the man who can piss me off more than no other and push my buttons like the best of them. I wouldn't want to spend the rest of my life, let alone one day with anyone else by my side. we truly were made for each other and I cannot even begin to express how thankful I am to have you in my life.
happy birthday to my favorite person in the whole wide world...
my sweet husband - my Danny J.
I love you babycakes...
here's to a great birthday, a great year
and a lifetime of celebrations together.
88, my love.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
four years ago.
four years ago I felt like my world came crashing down on me after one phone call...
I got a call from the police in my hometown telling me my father had died and my mother needed me to come home. The officer then gave the phone to my mom who was hysterical as she was the one that had found him. Even as I write this four years later I can remember the surreal feeling of this can't be happening to me - he was my rock, my friend, my parent - my daddy.
I don't think I cried until I was on the plane a few hours later heading to Florida. I numbly packed with the help of my graduate assistant who had recently lost a grandparent who was nice enough to remind me to pack pictures and things that would remind me of him. My boss came over and brought me breakfast and just sat with me and helped. I had the support of a lot of people that day and I know that I couldn't have made it without them. That day also taught me the power of kindness from strangers - the man sitting next to me on my flight to Charlotte gave me tissues and asked me questions about my father and his life as I finally just lost it and bawled on the airplane.
When I got off the plane I honestly don't remember crying at all in Florida[ though I'm sure I did]. My mother was in shambles - she was so hysterical when the police came to the house that they asked her if we had guns in the house (which we did as my dad had antique rifles and both my parents loved going to the shooting range) and they confiscated them in fear that she'd hurt herself. She was not herself for the next week, month, year. I felt that I needed to be strong for her and show her that we would be okay and I didn't grieve - I think that was my biggest mistake and my one piece of advice to anyone who has loved and lost - grieve, cry, let yourself feel sad - the to-do list can wait.
My amazing best friend Lindi took off work and drove to Fort Lauderdale from Jacksonville, FL to be there with me and my mom. It one of the nicest and most selfless things anyone has ever done for me. While I was trying so hard to be my mom's rock - she was my rock. I was and still am so lucky and so blessed to have her as a friend and sister. My eyes are filled with tears as I think about how I just felt better by her being there - her prescence by nature is calming and soothing and it was just what I needed during that week. Even today as I write this Lindi and I are talking on gchat and she's grounding me by reminding me [in her words] "its a date. you are allowed to miss him each and every day and to be upset about it any time... but today marks 4 years. and its only a measure...i know its tough, trust me on that. but its just a humanly created measure of time -a year, i love you" I must have done something right in the first 17 years of my life to meet Lindi and be lucky enough to have her as my best friend... [but that's a whole other post].
I felt a lot of things that week - but I think the hardest and easiest part about it all was that it was so unexpected. Selfishly, I was so angry that I didn't have a clue it was coming - my dad woke up just like any other day and went into his office to start up the computer and check email... then he just closed his eyes and died. We didn't do an autopsy - the EMTs said it was probably a heartattack or a stroke. So - yes, the selfish part of me was so angry that I didn't get a chance to prepare or tell him all the things I woulda/coulda/shoulda or ask him all those burning questions I had for me. But, in all honestly, the smallest part of me knew it was better that way. My father was a strong and proud man - he wouldn't have wanted to be sick or it to be drawn out. I found out after the fact when looking at his will that he had a DNR (do not resisitate) order drawn out. He died a strong man who could take care of himself and who will be remembered for his strength and not a sickness. That's what he would have wanted. I know that.
With all that being said, I would give anything for one more day, one more hug, one more laugh, one more lopsided grin and just one more moment with my daddy.
I could write about this for days and days but I know this post is long enough already and I really don't want to start crying at work so I'll just say thanks for reading this novel of a post and leave you with this quote that I used in my dad's eulogy -
I got a call from the police in my hometown telling me my father had died and my mother needed me to come home. The officer then gave the phone to my mom who was hysterical as she was the one that had found him. Even as I write this four years later I can remember the surreal feeling of this can't be happening to me - he was my rock, my friend, my parent - my daddy.
I don't think I cried until I was on the plane a few hours later heading to Florida. I numbly packed with the help of my graduate assistant who had recently lost a grandparent who was nice enough to remind me to pack pictures and things that would remind me of him. My boss came over and brought me breakfast and just sat with me and helped. I had the support of a lot of people that day and I know that I couldn't have made it without them. That day also taught me the power of kindness from strangers - the man sitting next to me on my flight to Charlotte gave me tissues and asked me questions about my father and his life as I finally just lost it and bawled on the airplane.
When I got off the plane I honestly don't remember crying at all in Florida[ though I'm sure I did]. My mother was in shambles - she was so hysterical when the police came to the house that they asked her if we had guns in the house (which we did as my dad had antique rifles and both my parents loved going to the shooting range) and they confiscated them in fear that she'd hurt herself. She was not herself for the next week, month, year. I felt that I needed to be strong for her and show her that we would be okay and I didn't grieve - I think that was my biggest mistake and my one piece of advice to anyone who has loved and lost - grieve, cry, let yourself feel sad - the to-do list can wait.
My amazing best friend Lindi took off work and drove to Fort Lauderdale from Jacksonville, FL to be there with me and my mom. It one of the nicest and most selfless things anyone has ever done for me. While I was trying so hard to be my mom's rock - she was my rock. I was and still am so lucky and so blessed to have her as a friend and sister. My eyes are filled with tears as I think about how I just felt better by her being there - her prescence by nature is calming and soothing and it was just what I needed during that week. Even today as I write this Lindi and I are talking on gchat and she's grounding me by reminding me [in her words] "its a date. you are allowed to miss him each and every day and to be upset about it any time... but today marks 4 years. and its only a measure...i know its tough, trust me on that. but its just a humanly created measure of time -a year, i love you" I must have done something right in the first 17 years of my life to meet Lindi and be lucky enough to have her as my best friend... [but that's a whole other post].
I felt a lot of things that week - but I think the hardest and easiest part about it all was that it was so unexpected. Selfishly, I was so angry that I didn't have a clue it was coming - my dad woke up just like any other day and went into his office to start up the computer and check email... then he just closed his eyes and died. We didn't do an autopsy - the EMTs said it was probably a heartattack or a stroke. So - yes, the selfish part of me was so angry that I didn't get a chance to prepare or tell him all the things I woulda/coulda/shoulda or ask him all those burning questions I had for me. But, in all honestly, the smallest part of me knew it was better that way. My father was a strong and proud man - he wouldn't have wanted to be sick or it to be drawn out. I found out after the fact when looking at his will that he had a DNR (do not resisitate) order drawn out. He died a strong man who could take care of himself and who will be remembered for his strength and not a sickness. That's what he would have wanted. I know that.
With all that being said, I would give anything for one more day, one more hug, one more laugh, one more lopsided grin and just one more moment with my daddy.
I could write about this for days and days but I know this post is long enough already and I really don't want to start crying at work so I'll just say thanks for reading this novel of a post and leave you with this quote that I used in my dad's eulogy -
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge -- myth is more potent than history -- dreams are more powerful than facts -- hope always triumphs over experience -- laughter is the cure for grief -- love is stronger than death” - Robert Fulghum
take the time today to love, for me - for my dad.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
new name?
what's in a name?
in a blog, a lot. clearly....
I'm contemplating a name change.
we'll say.
bare with me as I toy with it.... better now than later, right?
88 is a huge part of my life... my dad did Ham Radio for the majority of his life and 88 is the ham radio Q code for "hugs and kisses" or "love and kisses"
[here's a picture of us in "the shack" my dad's office with all his ham radio stuff]
so it's how my parents and I [especially my dad] said goodbye... 8 sideways also is the infinity symbol so it all comes together in this beautiful mess of why it's significant. love and kisses forever and ever... and ever...
hence forevereightyeight as the blogspot domain and now [for now] forever88 as the blog "name"
in other news like 10 40-50 year old women in my office are now having the conversation of whether or not they're "Team Edward" or "Team Jacob" [Is there even a question, Team Edward, DUH]
so....with that I'll leave you for now.
88 lovies.
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