At the end of a long day, neither of us looking our best, we pause for a quick smile to set as a remembrance of the day. Braska is 7. It seems unreal. I wish I had time to type through some of the ponderings and thoughts that have been swimming around in my head during the busyness of the last week. How much has changed in 7 years for both of us… But I don’t have the luxury of that time. Maybe by next year. Now to figure out what to do with the 20 kids (and their parents) who are coming to B’s party on Saturday at the cheer gym. It’ll be a blast. Do I go last-minute cookies? Cupcakes? Little D*bbie something or other? To say I don’t have 10 minutes to devote to getting ready is an understatement. But what else is new, right? The girl will have fun, so all shall be right. Happy Birthday, Beauty. Onward and upward.
There are alot of things I thought I'd be, alot of things I hoped I'd be, and many things others want me to be...but I'm just RK.
This is simply a place where I organize my thoughts on life, circumstances, trials, and victories.