Robin and Me.
January 9, 2013
Aren’t we cute there on the end? I’m sure my mom told me to sweep that pony right over my shoulder.
I was all about it.
Her mom probably told her to smile and act like a lady.
We were better behaved back then.
We got older in years and younger at heart.
She moved north.
I moved south.
She came to see me.
We ate.
We drank.
And we were merry.
And now there’s this:
Welcome to the world, little man.
Your mom sure is something extraordinary.
A dreamer.
A friend.
A storyteller.
A muse.
Oh, what a future there is for you!
February 8th, 2013 at 3:38 pm
My Abbey came home from school talking about this girl on the bus and how they were going to be such good friends. It was many months before I realized that this precious Rosa Lee that never made fun of Abbey’s allergies was Robin’s daughter! I just love her sweet little family!!