Uphill idealist

My friend Bethany and I became close friends in the time it takes to sit down and eat a simple lunch of sandwiches and carrot sticks. I knew then, that if she was comfortable with my crazy life, with a never as tidy as I'd like it to be home and two small children running around - that we would get along just fine. Time has moved on. My children are teens, her two are little and she expecting her third child this summer. She's moved at least 5 times since that friendship lunch - I've only moved once and in the same town. Someday soon, we need to pause the passing of time and have another lunch, to chat, to reminisce, and to think what the next 15 years of friendship will bring. I miss you Girl! We need to have lunch.

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” M. Twain This past weekend, I had a chance to look at some old family photos when visiting my Mom and Dad in the Pittsburgh area. It was great to see what we all looked like back then and bask in our shared memories. As I was taking all this in, I began to wonder what my second grade self would think of the adult me. I'd hope that the energetic, imaginative, play all day outside tom-boy girl would not be disappointed with who I was - or worse yet, bored with who she saw. When I was little, the things that were the most important to me were: my family, playing, singing, playing, lunch with my Mom, playing, running around the yard with my dog, playing and well, more playing. I think I can see a pattern here. Children have the wonderful ability to