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It wasn’t always about boys. I’m sure at some point, birthdays were great. There wasn’t always a birthday curse. I absolutely believe that the days when my mom baked me a chocolate on chocolate cake and made her German lasagna and there were presents to open and people to thank, that my birthday was happy. I like to think that those days will come back to me, or that I’ll make days like them with my children. I want to believe that my life, my one day each year that’s solely about me, wasn…
Y’all! We got engaged in Edinburgh!!!! Everything had to conspire to be perfect for the day to go as it did. And it did, go perfect, that is. Well, in the end. The beginning, not so much. You see, this story is complicated. But the end result is perfection. So stick around. This is one worth telling to the grand-kids. 😉 I’m sleep-deprived and panicking. Yes, I’ve slept on the plane. But that is never enough sleep when you’re traveling, especially when the plane was only going from Boston Logan International airport to Reykjavik…
I’ve gone through phases in my life trying to decide if I believe in soulmates as this grand scheme of things where you end up with someone that is destined for you to be with forever, or in the sense of Elizabeth Gilbert in Eat, Pray, Love and whether they are just supposed to shake you up, show you your true self, and then move on. While I think that there are the latter, and these people are good for your soul in a completely different way, I leaned towards the first idea more. Maybe I watched Serendipity…
When I was a child, I had this vision of how my life would go. I’d become a professional dancer, singer & actress. I’d get married at 22 and have my first child by 23. Then I’d pop out four more in succession. I’d also travel all the time. This was how I thought my life would turn out. I never imagined that the picture-perfect image would fade. I never imagined I’d get dealt different cards. We all have this idea of how our life will turn out, and…
On this day, four long years ago, I was bawling like a little girl. It was the day I married my now ex-husband. I was very pregnant, and felt a sense of duty and obligation to get married since I got pregnant out of wedlock. My pregnancy hormones took over and I said, What the hell, and I got married. But, what the pictures didn’t show, was how much I didn’t want it. I stared down at the empty finger that would soon hold a ring. I was used to the bareness, the small freckle…
