Thank You, Michael

After 1-1/2 years of dating, Mariah called it quits today with Michael.

She loves him as a person, but said she wants to spend her high school years hanging out with her girlfriends and being open to date whomever. 

My heart breaks for Mike. He loves my Mariah so much and he set the bar sky high for the boys that cross her path in life.

I'm so conflicted on wanting her to know how lucky she was to have a boy who respected her, loved her and told her every way he knew how. At almost 17 years old she wants to date other boys, dance and have fun and she should. I also know that she sees the fun I have in life and wants her own freedom, fun and stories. That's what I want to protect her from the most.

Mike was a part of our family for 1-1/2 years. I adore him and I thank him.

Thank you for being everything you were supposed to be as the first boyfriend in my little girls life.

Thank you for respecting her healthy boundaries when I know being 18 years old your hormones were running wild.

Thank you for loving her so much you desperately wanted to marry her.

Thank you for dating my daughter and taking her out on nice dates with the money you worked so hard make.

Thank you for the thoughtful and generous gifts you lavished her with.

Thank you for seeing her inner beauty and telling her in every way you knew how. You are like me with your words, loving and full of affirmations.

Thank you for wanting to spend the rest of your life with her.

I wish him the very best in life.

The Summer of Dawn

What a summer it has been! One of my best friends of 25 years, Rich, refers to this as "the summer of Dawn" from a Seinfeld episode.

Guiltily, I agree. It has been an amazing summer of nothing but time with my girls, my girlfriends and family, record breaking dating seriously hot guys, hot & sunny days, warm summer nights, health & fitness, playing hard and endless hours of doing what I want to do.

Tomorrow is August 1st, which means there is only one month left.

I laughingly say I have replaced my corporate meeting calendar with a social calendar, that's because I really have!

I'm excited for this week. The ProFootball Hall of Fame events bring several hundred thousand people to town for over a weeks worth of festivities and events. Outdoor live music everywhere with its own full schedule of events, festivities & fireworks.

Every Friday night is booked with the annual downtown First Friday, a Luau, Markapalooza (divorce party for a friend), Bike Nights on Wednesdays & Thursdays, Sunday afternoons at the lakes, my Mariahs birthday along with many other friends celebrating this month.

I have to write this stuff down or I may miss something.

School starts in three weeks. Now begins shopping for school clothes & supplies and we are almost back to early bedtimes and normal routines. A girlfriend lunch has been set for August 21st, the first day of school.  Kimberly and I will enjoy lunch, make a toast, and sing our annual, "It's the most wonderful time of the year" song.  It's a secret now, but someday when my girls know about this blog, they will understand when they have babies of their own.

August means summer is almost over. Quite possibly it is my favorite month of the year. I love knowing one month left means that I have to enjoy and savor summer even more, cram in more of my favorite summer things to do and embrace every warm & sunny day to the fullest.

It has been the summer of Dawn.

Work hard, play harder.

Bask in summers embrace.

Plan wisely.

Love Comes Softly

In a scene from the Hallmark movie saga “Love Comes Softly” an angry-at-God Katherine Heigl questions a God that allows bad things to happen. Her new husband gently provides an analogy about his own daughter …

“Missy could fall down and hurt herself even if I am walking right there beside her, but that doesn’t mean that I allowed it to happen. She knows that with a father’s unconditional love that I will pick her up and carry her. I will try to heal her and I’ll cry when she cries. I will rejoice when she is well … and in all the moments in my life, God’s been right there beside me. The truth of God’s love is not that He allows bad things to happen, it’s His promise that He will be there with us when they do.” 

That Familiar Scent

Brooke and I were having dinner out last night when Brooke said, "I wish you only had one guy in your life and it was Billy.  He always does the right things when he is supposed to."

I knew immediately exactly what stars had lined up this week that led her to her statement.

I replied, "He smells like your daddy, doesn't he?" 

That was it.  She smiled.

Early in the week Brooke told me that she can't smell her daddy anymore. The smell of his cologne on his ring she wears around her neck has faded. She can't smell him, she can't remember his voice and she afraid she is forgetting him.

"Brookie, I have tons of family movies with your daddy so you can hear his voice and see him."

Billy is so much like Keith in height, ripped muscles, hair style, bright blue eyes and in scent. They both smell of cologne and cigarettes. I can't stand the smell of cigarettes, but mix it with men's cologne on a hot guy and the scent is 10 years of familiar and intoxicating.

Brooke smelled him when he hugged her this week and the timing of fearing missing her daddy + that familiar scent makes her long for them both.

Billy isn't the significant other in my life, but we are friends and he knows what he means to Brooke.  I'm glad he is there for the familiar that she longs for. He was close to my girls and easily slips into dad-mode with them. They know those familiar boundaries.

Paths cross for so many reasons we do not understand. Our relationship is over, but I appreciate him for all the good that he is and how he makes my little girl feel about her daddy that she believed she was starting to forget.

12th Anniversary Of My 30th Birthday

This is what I am calling today, the 12th anniversary of my 30th birthday. 

I can easily say, "I am 42" but it is a number of calendar years and I am really more of a fun let's-put-a-twist on this because I am 30'something in my mind kind of girl!

My girlfriends get this and they are responsible for my 30th birthday decor ...

Happy birthday to me!  I met a 22 years old, 20 years younger. An all-time record for this girl!

Fun in the sun all the way down to party paper that says flip flops and summer!

Last night was my anniversary celebration girls night out. It was the perfect summer evening sunny & mid 80 degree temps for Bike Night, then dancing on a patio to DJ tunes under the stars with a young boy that spun me all over the dance floor.

I heard from all the men in my life today blowing up my cell phone in calls and texts with flirting, fun, love and adoration.  I am feeling pretty special. 

Tonight my evening was spent at my mom & dads, with my brothers family and my girls for dinner, cake and childhood stories shared that were so funny that everyone rolled with laughter.

Life is what you make it. I like mine filled with family, fun, friendships, laughter and memories.

Forty-two, you are only a number, may my life be an example of fun & health for my girls.

I am so blessed.

Sittin' On The Dock Of The Bay

Sittin' in the mornin' sun
I'll be sittin' when the evenin' come
Watching the ships roll in
And then I watch 'em roll away again, yeah

I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away ...

In our case it's a lake. A favorite summer perch, a mile from our home.

A place to have a picnic lunch on the end of the dock then feed the fish our scraps. A place to enjoy an ice cream cone. A place where calm and tranquil creates a setting by the water with boats lazily passing by and kids splashing.

Here is a panoramic view from left to right ...

My girls don't enjoy it as much as I do, but I'm hoping someday they remember and take the time to sit on a dock with their babies. 

Rich Friendships

Sunday made the perfect setting for a super fun "Sex In The City" afternoon at the lakes with my girlfriends.

Girlfriend conversations are the BEST! Give us sunshine on a patio by the water on a hot & sunny summer day, sundresses, sunglasses, fruity drinks (me, a pomegranate sangria), lunch and let the bonding begin!

Endless stories, secrets shared, tons of laughter!

My life is full of rich friendships that span decades.

We say there is someone for everyone in our group that ranges from 30 - 50'something. All ages, different bodies, different personalities, different likes. Each of us unique.

Uniting together in a common bond. Womanhood.

We encourage and find beauty in our differences.We love and celebrate one another.

Dreams fade. Hearts break. Life happens.

That's why God made girlfriends.

... And Here We Are

In all of my single & dating drama, there is another who is just now entering this world, my Mariah.

My Mariah will be 17 years old in a couple of weeks. She has been dating Mike for almost 1-1/2 years now. After time, every relationship gets comfortable. As she gets older and constantly prettier, the boys are noticing her like crazy and she questions her first love versus endless other opportunities.

She is so much like me and she has a world ahead of her she can't even fathom yet.

Another boy has caught her attention and she asks me, "Have you ever been in a situation where you were in a relationship with one guy, met another, and had to make a decision?"

Yes.

More than you could imagine.

Welcome to real life.

My sweet baby girl.  I want to hug her and protect her heart from the new world she is about to enter. This is her first hard crush on another while she is in a relationship. Decisions have to be made. Paths will be picked. The heart can break over and over and over.

I always said I didn't want to be dating anymore when she started dating... and here we are.

"You Were Always Worth It"

Mr. 2nd Proposal is getting more serious by the day.

He is looking for jobs here in Ohio and wants to come up next month so we can spend "time" together. Translation, do we still have chemistry? Do we have enough core commonalities to build a life together? Is there enough between us that he will move his whole life back to Ohio so we can be together?  Could I handle forever ... do I want to have a significant other in my life?

Culture shock.

He comfortably opens and shares his heart on how desperately he wants forever with me (he is thinking the girl he knew 20 and 10 years ago).  I share his messages with my girlfriends, because I can't express to them how serious he is, they have to read his heart poured out and they are, "Oh my gosh! He is serious!"

Yes, I know!  He isn't playing around.

Once upon a time I put my life on hold for him in a very big way. I can't go into those details just yet, but I will in a year.

My favorite and the sweetest of all the things he has said beyond all the "I loves you's" and the "I want to spend my life with you's" was in one simple statement he replied back when I told him that 20 years ago I was crazy in love with him (and I was for years) he said, "You were always worth it, I could kick my own *** for not realizing it then and wasting so much time."

Twenty years ago we were in two totally different places in life, but enjoyed and cared about each other anyway.

I'm still trying to get my head around how serious this could be. I have a feeling he will walk into my life and everything could potentially change for a long time at least.

I will know when he comes up next month and we spend a lot of time together if I am willing to give up my lifestyle of total freedom of doing what I want when I want for one person, who is going to have to be more worth it than not.

Time will tell. Next month will tell.

"You were always worth it," the story of my life. Boys always realize it a day, a month, a year and sometimes decades later.

It's That Kiss!

After months of anticipation, the bittersweet season finale of The Bachelorette brightens my 52" flat screen tv screen and I am so hoping it is Jef that Emily picks!

There is a knock at the door. It wasn't the soft knock of the neighbor boys, it wasn't the familiar knock of my parents. Oh no, my show!!  I already have it programmed to DVR and I put the show on pause.

I open the door and it is Billy.

I'm stunned.  "I came by last night to see you, but you weren't home," he said. 

Quick, what am I wearing?  Victoria Secret shorts & tank top pajamas, check! 

Brooke shouts from down stairs "Who is here?"  I tell her Billy, she screams, runs up the stairs and bounces in place inside the front door waiting for him to shut his car off and come in.  He walks up and hugs her.

We have spent endless hours sitting outside, that's what we used to do and that is where we go again, to my patio, under the stars.

Mariah comes home and busts through the back door to the patio, "Billy! I knew it was you from your license plate!"

Those two start chatting away catching up on Mariah's life. I'm listening to their dynamics of one year later and waiting to see what position Billy will take on his opinions with her escapades. He slips into dad mode with her. For as much as they were friends, he never took a "friend" point of view with her and I'm glad he didn't last night.

Mariah wanted a guys opinion and thinking Billy is a pretty cool guy, she thought he would have her back. He always shoots it straight to her and he set her straight from a man's point of view, a dad's point of view.

It all felt normal.

I walked to the car with him to say goodbye and honestly wasn't certain if he was going to jump in his car and leave. He opened his door put his drink in, turned the car on, shut the door and turned back to me.

I'm breathless with anticipation. I desperately want to feel his kiss that made me I'm-not-exaggerating dizzy even after 1-1/2 years.

He wraps his arms around me and hugs me for what seemed forever. When he loosened his hold, I stepped back ... he pulled me in and kisses me.

It's that kiss! The familiar beloved kiss where I need time to stop because I need this moment, this feeling, this memory etched in my mind because it feels as if I-am-home kind of kiss. The kiss that all others are unfairly compared to.

His scruffy, unshaven face (did he do that on purpose because he remembers I loved that most?), his scent was intoxicating.

Why is all of this happening?

He climbed in his car, I tell him to come back soon when he replies, "I will, darlin."  And there it is, my favorite term of endearment from this boy I loved so so much.

An ordinary day turned extraordinary.

I walked into the house and deleted all the text messages from all the others.

Balloon Fest 2012

In our community the Balloon Fest is annual summer tradition.

It is a couple of days worth of over 65 hot air balloons that fill the sky, family festivities, live music, food vendors and fireworks.

When we wake up on Saturday mornings balloons are already up in the air in front of our home.

It makes a fun summer weekend, my Mariah & I head over to the festivities and I stay with her long enough until she meets up her friends.

Deb, Brooke's dads partner, invites us over to her annual Balloon Fest celebration party across the street in a prime location to all the festivities.  Music fills the air and we sit together watching the fireworks display brighten the summer night sky.

I wonder if Keith knows in heaven that we have let bygones be bygones and have become friends for Brooke? 

After the fireworks dancing begins. Brooke and Deb get jump into line dancing that had everyones attention. You see, Brooke is quite a dancer!  She has rhythm and moves like her daddy and captures attention like he did, too.



Leeanne (Deb's daughter), Deb and my Brooke.



Balloon Fest 2012 was quite the summer event!



The Defender of Good

My mom & dad sat on my patio and told us all about their missions trip to an orphanage in the deep south.

My dad drove a team of volunteers on this trip and worked at the orphanage doing improvements and much needed updates. My dad can fix anything and he doesn't stop giving of himself endlessly.

Anxious to hear about their journey, my mom looked reluctant when I asked how the trip went. The story started off with intense heat and humidity that made being outdoors miserable. Their sleeping quarters lacking.

She states there was a fight Tuesday. The second day into their journey.

The woman who runs the orphanage was a dictator, demanding, and constantly yelled at every group of women from young girls to the older women working in the kitchen like a military sargent ... until she crossed paths with my mom.

My mom is the preachers mom, my brother is the church pastor. This is her first missions trip with a bus load of church members. My mom is also not about to let a woman scream at her let alone scream at all the groups of females that have volunteered a week of their time to travel south, work and help out.

This is the pinnacle of the story I was anxiously awaiting to hear.

My mom sheds her I'm-the-preachers mom and fellow-church-members-who-don't-know-her-very-well and takes the dictator out.  A face to face confrontation. Way to go, mom!  "Nobody is going to scream at me ..."  The bully backs down and my mom puts on her "alpha female" role and takes over. Not the orphanage, but control of the women, their duties and meals times.

D.N.A.

I was born into a line of strong females. I was the defender of good in corporate America, nobody was bullied on my shift. My girls stand up and protect the bullied in school.

We are women to will tie our hair back and run to the battle line. We don't start confrontations; rather, it stirs something inside us and once involved we won't back down.

Way to go, mom!

A Semi 2nd Proposal

Yesterday I received a phone call from an old friend from 20 years ago. My friend Dawn goes nuts again, "They always come back to you!"

The heart waxes and wanes, sometimes only a year, a decade and sometimes two decades pass and paths cross again.

A scent, a song, a voice, familiar endearments trigger memories.

Twenty years fade and the ole familiar reconnects through the invisible threads of time. Slipping back into endless conversation (he can talk no less than an hour!), familiar terms of endearments and getting off the phone, "I love you, honey and I will talk to you tomorrow."

Dawn, my voice of friendship and reason is exasperated, "Wasn't that weird to hear so soon?" I laugh and explain that in the normal it would be very weird, but it's him and that is how we are.

Twenty years ago he was my 2nd significant partner for years. He found me on Facebook over a year ago, when I was crazy in love with Billy and I stopped accepting his phone calls because I was not available and he wouldn't quit trying.

A year passes. I am single. He asks me to please not fall in love with anyone, he will be here (move back to Ohio) in 6 months and we can get married in the spring.

Silly boys. Anyone else, I would play along sweetly; however, I sense serious undertones to his words and I'm betting he is packing his bags.

Married in the spring?!  Panic says date wildly, time is running out!

I'm not getting married, but if the familiar erases the threads of time and hearts reconnect, I am open to a relationship that started two decades ago.

There is something pure about hearts connecting when you are young. It is pure, not jaded. It is innocent.   

A text came through last night, "I do care and love you. I was so happy to speak to you today ... and I care about you so much!"

I have six months.

Her Daddy's Pool

There is only one thing to do on a hot summer day when it is sunny & mid-90's and that is to go to a pool.

A public pool will not due now that my girls are older. One cannot enjoy the water when a bzillion kids have filled a pool playing and splashing. This is yet another beauty of my girls getting older, public pools are no longer a source of entertainment where I would take them to spend the day splashing around and make friends.

I used to say my worst nightmare was for my girls to get hurt at the pool and that I would have to run to them in a bikini! Now, I would love to run all day in a bikini in the body I used to have.

There is a perfect pool all-inclusive with a club house in a private setting with a few people around, Brooke's dads pool at his condo. Deb left the clubhouse key for us to use and this was our 2nd trip to the pool since his death. 

Our first trip to the pool Brooke put a towel over her head when we pulled into the condo community so she wouldn't see his condo that she hasn't seen in 1-1/2 years.

Yesterday she felt strong enough to see it.

Yesterday it was easier for her to be at the pool. It wasn't her first choice, but I explained to her it was our best option and her daddy would want her to use it. Debbie echoed my statement.

Bright yellow lounge chairs and umbrella tables created a private retreat, greeting us with shade or sun, pick your preference.

Floating with my girls, basking in the sun, swimming under water in cool, refreshing silence to escape endless chatter.

I enjoy our days at the pool so much more now.

Cooled. Refreshed. Fun in the sun.

As we were pulling away Brooke said, "I think I may be ready to go inside the condo very soon."

Healing.

This Summer Is A Gift

It has been five months since I have worked. Five months. In my mind that is unimaginable! 

I have worked double-duty for 15 years working full-time, raising babies on my own, going to school part-time, making a home and all that entails. It has been an endless job and my multi-tasking skills are mad.

This summer is a gift. I felt refreshed after a couple of months off work and in my mind, I figured the plan would be to strap on the seatbelt and take off at mach speed again in another career. What I never anticipated was that once I felt refreshed and ready for what comes next, that I would get to savor and bask in summertime.

To wake up each day and wonder what I am going to do?  What do I want to do? No tight schedules, endless hours, days, weeks and months to lose myself in fun.

It call it a gift from God.

I spend my days reading books, pushing myself at kickboxing, playing tennis, walking in the parks, lunch with my girlfriends, going out with friends, dating, and my new recent activities of running the Monument stairs (which is physically the toughest and most challenging to me) and floating on a raft in a friend-off-the-families lake.

Today is going to be sunny & mid-90's. My windows are open and the birds are chirping.

I need to get off my laptop and fry some bacon so my girls wake up to the scent of breakfast. I am going to bake a chocolate cake. Mariah and I are going to play tennis this morning then the three of us will spend the afternoon at the pool. Brooke's daddys condo pool, Deb welcomes us over to use it.

This summer is a gift and I embrace it fully.

I'm still not worried about what comes next. Maybe I should be, but I'm not. God is still in control and he is the same God that has always provided. He is the husband to the husbandless.

I still feel showered with blessings and that I am exactly where I am supposed to be.

Basking in a summer of fun.

A Birthday Card

Dawn, I've had this card for a long time.

Right now "Piglet" is me and you are "Pooh"

Just wanted you to know - I'll always love you.  

             

                                     <3  Grandmother

The elderly need so little, but they need that so little so much.

Flashbacks

Mariah texts me yesterday *just went crowd surfing* at the Warp Tour. Thanks to Facebook, I get to see the photo's of her evening and read she was in mosh pits, too.

The first thing that comes to my mind is, I hope those guys realize she is only 16 years old!

Then, my own memories of escapades starting when I was 16 years old flood my mind. I lived for fun ... I was a good girl, too. 

Paybacks, flashbacks ... do as I say, not as I do.

My mind is like a DVR, it is rewinding at fast speeds, yet I see glimpses of being young and having fun.

I believe this is a good time to have a safety talk again! 

A Window Into Heaven

Yesterday I took Brooke and her friend Delaney to the park to play on a sunny, summer day.  I secretly wanted to lose myself in a new book in a park setting while the girls ran and played.

Brooke ran over to me, looked towards a man walking and said in a soft voice, "I thought that was my dad."

I believe my heart stopped beating for a moment. She looked at me with the blended look of happy, I-thought-that-was-him, hope and the realization of loss. She looked at me with a flood of emotions almost as if for an answer. It took a few seconds for her to process this acceptance, then she ran off and played.

Her first experience of thinking someone was her dad, but her daddy has been dead for 1-1/2 years.

In the middle of a park on a sunny afternoon, the unexpected blindsides me.

I remember my own first time I thought I saw him. There is a guy at the gym I go to that I find myself watching all the time. Not in an I'm interested-kind-of-way, but in the he is the same height, body, look and walk kind of way just like Brooke's dad.

It really is a plethora of emotions that hit that first time. I admit now I like to see him, the familiar at the gym, but that first encounter put a halt in my step outside in parking lot.

In the park, I'm not crying or moving, the tears just won't stop falling. The unfairness. Her heart hurting and I can never make that better.

I look up from my park bench for help from God and saw the prettiest scene I hadn't seen while lost in my book.

It looked like a window into heaven.

The jingle of an ice cream truck, a familiar summer tune, pulled in and captured all the kids attention. A welcome relief.

Today we had ice cream.

Allowing Him to Rise To the Occasion

Mr. Unexpectedly Good continues to impress on so many levels.

The thrill of excitement discovering the layers of another that continues to grow and not fade, from incredible attraction to I really like emotionally and mentally. Funny, witty and affectionate, an exhilarating combination!

He fills my thoughts. I am thinking about him too much so I rely on Patti Stanger tips to stay engaged with a handful of others (back ups) for balance. One cannot be too available. Then my theory, who ever loses their head the most loses.

I have a tendencies to enable men to be useless and I have realized quickly that I have not allowed him to be who he is as a man already on a couple of occasions.

I shared with him an outdoor chore I was doing when he said he would help me. I smashed his offer. He tells me the things I want to hear inside by sharing his feelings and thoughts and I appreciate but don't reciprocate or confirm. I don't like myself when I do this.

Men are often given the title of physical creatures, but truly they are more sensitive and emotional then women.

Last night I was reading in one of my favorite books and the words hit me like a reality check, "She filled her role and he filled his because the vacuum was left for him to rise to the occasion. Perhaps she knew instinctively that men abdicate any duty you do not give them room to do. She simply allowed him to be who he was, while being quite comfortable being who she was, right down to the little things."

This sweet boy is emotional, I hear it in all of our conversations.

I am treating him carefully, judging him by his looks. I'm playing a game, he isn't. Today, I am going to change me and treat him according to the emotionally sensitive side of him.

I didn't believe this "Wow" package would come along again, all-inclusive with the wildly alive feelings that are growing inside me.

It is for me to be a catalyst by allowing him to rise to the occasion.

It is for me to handle with care.

Unexpectedly Good

Being good to my word, I meant it when I said I may trim down dating.

It's been a much calmer week, less texting. Texting is a new dating trend, one that is time consuming, but less intrusive than constant phone calls that they are thinking of you. Texting one is fine, times that by several others and it feels consuming.

List trimmed ... then, I met another.

An 11 on the scale of 1-10. "Wow" goodlooking.

Quite honestly, it still amazes me that I pull it off even in my early 40's.

The date was unexpectedly good and he has already reserved Saturday night for date #2.  Patty Stanger would be impressed! He calls me Kim Kardashian, which cracks me up. Boys and curves.

Funny, charming, super goodlooking, incredibly sexy and an unexpectedly good 1st kiss. I'm intrigued. This one is going to be a fun handful.  I'm in familiar territory and will play with Mr. Confidence for a while.

He seems excited about our date tonight, too and was sure to express it via text. Before I went to sleep I told him, "Just don't fall in love." Game on!

I'm not sure how many 11's I have left in life, but I do enjoy the quest.

Monday Monday

Monday Monday, so good to me,
Monday Monday, it was all I hoped it would be ...

I love Monday mornings!  I always have.

I was the happy one on Monday mornings up at 5:30 a.m. for the morning push as the aroma of coffee from my automatic coffee pot greeted me, I strapped on my heels and raced out the door.

Monday mornings are a fresh new start, kind of like New Years Day.

A new week, new possibilities.

Coffee is still a familiar friend that greets me;  now I open windows and feel the coolness of summer morning air, turn on The Today Show, another favorite, and enjoy the peace and quiet before my girls wake up.

I'm going into my 5th month now since I have left the corporate America.  Two months ago I felt refreshed and rejuvenated, now I feel as if I have been given a free pass to really savor and enjoy summer.  I am.

What will I do this week? What books do I want to read, what parks do I want to walk in?

I want to play tennis.  I want to run the stairs at Monument Park. I want to have lunch on the dock of my favorite lake. I want to stand in awe of a magical display of fireworks on Independence Day. I want to spend girlfriend time with my daughters, the three of us love being together. I want to talk with my own cherished girlfriends, laugh and share secrets.

I may trim down my dating list and start focusing on what comes next in my life.

"Leisure is a beautiful garmet, but it will not do for constant wear."

- Unknown

Monday mornings are still a gift of what do I want to do, what do I want to try, what am I going to get myself into.

Fresh new week, I embrace you.

Monday Monday, so good to me,
Monday Monday, it was all I hoped it would be ...