Memories :)

I have discovered that there is something oddly satisfying about writing in crayon.

The colors. The artistic messiness.

I like feeling like a five year old again. Coloring and remembering when my biggest problem was when I couldn't find my yellow crayon.

Bubbles too have the odd effect of making you feel like a magical fairy princess. Sitting on top of our paint chipped truck in my new favorite sun dress, blowing bubbles into the breeze while the summer sun bleaches out my hair.

love it.

I used to have this blue basket that had all my hair barrettes in it.

Purple bows, pink flowers, sparkly yellow ones, all a part of my collage of little girl hair things. I remember that dad would come home from work and after attacking him at the door with a strangle-the-life-out-of-you hug and a slobbery wet kiss we would have dinner. Then after dinner when mom had finally convinced me, after I had fed my two year old brother several hand fulls of sand, to come inside and get my jamies on; I would grab my little blue basket, scrambling on to the counter and spilling half it's contence while climbing down, and go find my Daddy.

He would usually be sitting at his computer in his blue " computer" chair, which he had forbidden me and my brother to use as part of our front room fort making. He was either working or playing Star Craft.

I would stand on the guest bed behind him and as he would take his armies and kill off the Zerg or whatever, I would meticulously put barrettes in his hairspray crunchy, black hair.

Eventually his head would be covered in small plastic flowers and bows. Then I would sit back to eye my handy work. This often resulted in my moving a flower here and a ribbon there. Maybe taking them all out and brushing his hair this way and that. Finally when I was satisfied that he was beautiful I would run and get mom out of doing the dishes to see my masterpiece.

She would tell me how beautiful it was and then have me take them all out and go to bed.

I would hug my daddy one more time and then take my blue basket back to the bathroom and climb in bed.

Things I've learned about life:

• no matter how old you get, somethings never lose there magic


• Daddies make the best hair models and the very best hug givers


• little memories matter the most and make all the difference in who you are.