Hank Williams, Garages and Vacations

"She'll do me, she'll do you. She's got that kind of loving..."

*grins*

Hank Williams was not of this earth. He was this gift that couldn't last, like a firework that exploded in the hands of music - leaving huge scars and amazing beauty and disappearing.

Janis Joplin was like that.

We're cleaning out the garage, getting ready to do a garage sale in March and get things set up so Mr. L can work more easily. I found a quilting frame on freecycle. I'm going to pick it up today and store it until I have room for it.

Manda and the girlfriend are going on vacation together for spring break. My life just changed again, huh? I mean, I know she's going on 19 and the GF is more than 20 and that, when I was their ages, I had a baby and a husband and an apartment, etc. But...

Damn.

In my heart, she's this baby with a bobble head, nose and chin and lips bouncing off my temple, mouth open because she was hungry, momma, hungryhungryhungrynownownow, smelling of Johnsons & Johnsons and rice cereal, feet kicking like mad because she didn't like to be held, she wanted down. In my head, she's almost 6, wearing glasses and a red plaid skirt and black mary janes and a lady bug backpack, long curly blond hair caught in a barrette waving me away from the door of kindergarten going, "Bye, Momma. Love you. Don't cry."

I like to believe that my soul is smart enough to know her at any age - every age - and just rejoice that she's growing up and going and doing.

*grins*

Then? There's that little bit of me that goes "good lord, I'm old enough to be the momma of someone hold enough to want to go to the beach and party over spring break?"

;-)