Friday, January 17, 2014

I remember 18


Grow the flowers that you love, sing the songs you've forgotten, climb your tree.
                        -anonymous                                      

I remember 18... vaguely. I remember feeling fragile yet invincible; bold and brazen, tentative and shy. I ran to New York but it did not work. I ran to England and it worked for a while. It takes a few years to figure out which way the wind blows sometimes. Today's post is dedicated to the first Pluff Mud Kid to take flight. My niece Lauren lands in New York today with a small bag and a big, brave smile to greet her new world. 18 and full of hope and passion and joy. God bless you, girl.

I remember 18. Do you? 

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