May 19, 2006
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Got this from Zebra_Slut. He gave me the letter "H" to list five things that mean a lot to me.
If you would like me to leave you a letter, leave a comment and let me know!
Here's what I came up with:
Home. Not in that cheesy, materialistic, susy homemaker sort of way. But my home is central to so much of my life - it's where my family lives, it's where we do some of our homeschooling activites, it's where my dance studio is located, it's where my supplies and workspace for makin' stuff is located, it's where the pups play in the front yard.
Husband. These are making me sound sooooooooo much more traditional than I actually am! But, the man I married is my best friend in the whole world, and just an all around fabulous guy. I am glad he and I have built our lives together.
Hilarity. Much of the glue that holds my family together is laughter. We laugh and have fun together. A LOT. Part of the fun in watching my children grow up is seeing them developing their own, unique sense of humor, and their own ways of making us laugh. Bannanarama has a sly, sarcastic sort of wit, while Zorro is all about the pratfalls. If we are stressed, if we are angry, nothing can help us get through the tough times better than laughter.
Human-ness. This is where Jules goes all woo-woo. I like meeting people, talking with them. It always amazes me how, when we are willing to just neglect all those labels we feel the need to claim for ourselves and others, and just get to know people as themselves, as individuals, how there is usually some way in which we can connect. Despite all the red state/blue state/mars/venus/liberal/conservative/atheist/religious/boxers/briefs boxes, in the end, we are all just human beings, muddling through this world as best we can.
Hot Chocolate. Cause, baby, when it's cold outside, nothing beats curling up with you loved ones and drinking something warm and sweet. (And y'know - CHOCOLATE!!!)
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Good post with your letter. I learned quite a bit about you, and your family. And RYC: If your husband is my twin, it explains the feeling of loss I get occasionally when I am sure I must have a twin somewhere. If he shaves his head and finds a eyeball tattooed back there, give me a call.
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