Over the past few months I’ve found myself reading biographies on people that lived well before modern times. One of the things that struck me as particularly interesting was the way writers went about gathering information on their subjects. There were no TV interviews to watch, no documents left behind on the internet, and no living relatives to interview. The best way to learn about the subjects was through the letters they left behind.
Because fame is right around the corner for me and biographies on my life will be in great demand 100 years from now, I thought that leaving behind a trail of letters (digital though they may be) sounded like a great idea. In my opinion, letters are the most illuminating form of communication we have and the idea of experimenting with that was too intriguing to pass over. My younger sister, Lauren, will be participating in an ongoing letter share with me. Where it goes and what we learn about one another I have no idea. Follow along and find out with us.
Good morning Starshine. The Earth says “Hello!”
Have you ever read the lyrics to that song? Giddy glup gloopy nibby nabby noopy la la la lo lo Sabba sibby sabba nooby abba nabba le le le lo Tooby ooby walla nooby abba nabba Early morning singing song. Sounds like something you would teach my kids to sing.
Did you guys do anything fun this weekend? With my busy schedule, I’ve really been trying to take either Saturday or Sunday and do absolutely nothing but relax. You saw us right in the throes of it when I brought my kids out to dad’s house in nothing but their under gucchies. I chose Saturday this week. I only washed the laundry that absolutely needed washed. Emma had a friend over and Nolan ran errands with dad. I watched about 4 episodes of the show Revenge. It’s pretty good. On Sunday we went to Landon’s birthday party. It cracks me up to watch Nolan bowl. He doesn’t understand that you need to wait your turn after you bowl. He’d just grab a ball and go throw it down any open lane. Luckily, the bowling alley was closed to the public so it was just the kids at the birthday party. The other kids didn’t mind that Nolan was doing his own thing.
I’ve been thinking a lot about birthdays lately. Landon turned 5 this weekend, officially today, but we celebrated early. Kids LOVE their birthdays. Even when I told Emma on September 14th that it was her half birthday she was super excited. To me my birthday is just any other day. I’ve never been one to want the spotlight all on me. I’d rather celebrate with a nice dinner with people I love than to have a big party. But the older I get, each birthday that passes, I think of mom. She only celebrated 38 birthdays. And while 38 is still 5 ½ years away for me, I can’t help but think of all the things I still want to do, places I still want to see, things I still want to experience. And that’s probably why you shouldn’t put off doing what you want to do because we never know when our time is up. I want to help Emma get ready for prom, watch my kids graduate college, watch my nieces and nephews grow, meet my kids future spouses, be a grandma, go to London, take a drive up the coast to see the leaves changing in the fall, maybe eat a Big Mac from McDonalds or a hoagie from Phil’s corner store.
Do birthdays make you so philosophical or just me? Maybe it’s all these nights alone that takes my mind to all these crazy places!