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The Mommy Test
I was out walking with my then 4 year old daughter.
She picked up something off the ground and started to put it in her mouth. I asked her not to do that. "Why?" "Because it's been laying outside and it is dirty and probably has germs." At this point, she looked at me with total admiration and asked, "Wow! How do you know all this stuff?" "Uh," I was thinking quickly, "...all moms knows this stuff. Um, it's on the Mommy Test. You have to know it, or they don't let you be a Mommy." We walked along in silence for 2 or 3 minutes, but she was evidently pondering this new information. "OH...I get It!" she beamed. "So if you flunk, you have to be the Daddy." | | |
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it's the moments, the people, and the passion... there's something to be said for being stoked...
SHEBOYGAN, WISCONSIN!!!
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“The only thing I know is that there should be something more. Something better. Something bigger. For you and for me.” She paused again, seemingly trying to put her thoughts into words. “Love should be something big, uncontrollable and unwieldy. It should be spilling over and leaking out in big embarrassing puddles all around you. It should be a crazy, breathless sled ride head first down an icy hill with tombstones hidden under the snow. It should be dangerous, inconvenient, messy, inappropriate even. And at the same time comfortable, effortless, unforced and natural. It should make you feel like your heart is breaking one second and then have you laughing with unspeakable pleasure the next. And you would feel like dying if you ever had it within your reach and then were unable to hold onto it.”
“We didn’t have that. Life would be so much easier if we did, but we don’t. You know it, or you will know it, when you find the person you’re supposed to be racing down the hill with. It’s not me, I’m sorry.”
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