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Four years and 730 posts ago, my foremother prompted me to bring forth on this blogscape a new space, conceived from nonconception, and dedicated to the proposition that so many ALIs are created fascinating.
On my blogoversary two years ago, I unveiled my Appalachian Trail name, Lavender Luz, and asked you to “tell me if there has been a post that has had a lasting effect on you. Let me know what it was and why you have remembered it. That will be a truly wonderful gift for me, each generating a perfect moment. Thank you!”
Would you indulge me again? Please tell me if there has been a post that has stuck with you and why. I’ll compile your answers and update my Reader Faves page.
Ten years ago I was introduced to a significant other. First we found out about each other by a mutual acquaintance, and days later we were met in person. We liked each other immediately, and sure enough those strong feelings of like soon turned into true love. Within a couple of weeks we were bonded for life.
We hit a milestone this month, Crystal and I. It was 10 years ago when my husband and I got the call that she wanted to meet us. That meeting went well and set the stage for all that was to come: labor and delivery, leaving the hospital to a surprise destination (and ignoring conventional wisdom of the day), our daughter’s first birthday, 2nd, 3rd and 4th (and so on), kindergarten graduation, dance recitals, haircuts, support.
Suddenly, Tessa is 10. I have each one of her days documented in her own set of journals. I carry in my mind’s eye snippets of her: in a flowered cutiepie toddler outfit with matching bow for her hairless head; the leg-clinging she’d do when I left her in the nursery for an hour while I taught a Geography class; the determination on her face when she decided to conquer the monkey bars; her delight in making chocolate chip cookie dough together; her early penchant for lip gloss and fingernail polish (obviously not inherited from me); her courage in the face of trauma; her inexorable joie de vivre.
I salute these two amazing ladies who have blessed me so abundantly these past 3652 days.