When I was little I had a big plastic bin of LEGO. I cherished them. I got maybe one or two new sets a year and had four minifigures, only one of which was a girl like me. I carried that bin all the way into adulthood and you can tell which pieces it held by the fading and wear. Started from the bottom now we here. #LEGO
Got this text from my kid. How do I check if she got switched at birth and where do I pick up my Parent of The Year Award? Do they just mail it? Does someone need to be home to sign for it? Does that someone need to be a legal adult? How about able to tie their own shoes?
I wrote this 3 years ago. Today makes it 7 years.
He was one of the best. A good guy all around. A guy none of you will ever get the pleasure of having waltz through your life as four years ago today, he took his last strained breath and left me, going to a place that has been the focus of centuries of speculation – heaven? Reincarnated? Nothingness?
He was my dad. The best dad anyone could have, really. I never wanted for love or attention. He rarely raised his voice. We were best friends. He was my rock. I learned to read sitting on his lap, he taught me how to blow bubbles with chewing gum and laughed and helped me peel Bubbilicious off my nose when they popped. He taught me how to ride a bike, drive a car, try to be a good person. He used to not only read me bedtime stories, but would sit at my bedside, reading until I fell asleep, even if it took 3 hours.
Important message from my son.
I’ve spent the past three weeks in Texas. More accurately, I’ve spent three weeks in a row in Texas, returning to Connecticut on the weekends, just long enough to unpack to pack.
This is now what greets guests into our home.
Went to a Chinese restaurant in Texas today. Seems they got a little more going on there than just the buffet.
Finished making my Valentines!
The best part of being a grownup is giving yourself the things you wanted as a child, like a LEGO room.
Put up the last of the lights on my multi-week LEGO display / building center / casual city. I might have a problem.