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Safe Journey, Paula

I cannot see past the tears in my eyes. This one is hitting me really hard.

Paula Slane Waters passed quietly Monday at 2:45 in the afternoon. A memorial service is tentatively planned for next Wednesday (Nov 8) in Conroe, TX. I will send times and schedules by this Wednesday. Randy

I can do this. Some days it is much harder than others, but I will live strong for my lovely friends. I will live strong for my loved ones. I will live strong to show Zoe that she comes from a long line of fighters. And I will live strong to help find a cure for this horrid disease. I hate cancer. I will beat you. I will. You have messed with me just one too many times. Today. Today I am f*cking pissed.

Your assignment today is again to send prayers and good vibes to Paula and her family. I know that they say she is at peace now, but she deserved better. She was a beautiful, lovely, warm-spirited woman. She was my friendly face on days when I really needed one. She was a fighter through many difficult situations. She was my friend. And she is much loved.

I am raising a million. I'm just stubborn enough to do it.

Your P.S. Assignment is to hug or phone a loved one. Life is precious today. Let them know it.

I love you internets. I really really do.

I love you, Dad.

Debby, attached is a document containing a poem I happened to receive the very next day that a very good friend of mine passed away. Hope it helps. Love, Dad

WHEN TOMORROW STARTS WITHOUT ME
By Anonymous Author

When tomorrow starts without me and I'm not there to see
If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me.

I wish so much you wouldn't cry the way you did today
While thinking of the many things we didn't get to say.

I knew how much you love me, as much as I love you,
And each time, time that you think of me, I know you’II miss me
too.

But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand
That an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand,

And said my place was ready in heaven far above and
That I'd have to leave behind all those I dearly love.

But when I walked through heaven's gates, I felt so much at home
When God looked down and smiled at me from His great golden
throne.

He said, "This is eternity and all I've promised you
Today your life on earth is past, but here it starts anew.

I promise no tomorrow, for today will always last,
And since each day’s the same way, there’s no longing for the
past.

So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me, I'm right here in your heart.

Miracle for Paula

Everytime I see an email that says re: Paula, I get this anxious feeling in my stomach. I don't want her to die, but I also don't want her family to have to see her like this. She's still in a coma. I wish I could be there to just hug her. I miss her. She is about to be a grandmother. The last time I saw her she was about to go into transplant. Her hair had finally started growing in and she was really dressed up. She looked gorgeous. And was in such good spirits.

She was crocheting a baby blanket for her daughter. I hope to keep in touch with her husband to know about their grandbaby. I hated to get this email from her husband this morning:

ok, no change since then. she is still in the same place not doing much. the doctors still are not expecting her to come out of it.

thanks for the prayers and the walkin' - healthy for you and paula.

Randy

Cancer sucks. No two ways about it.

On a happier note, someone can't wait till Hallowiener:

That was at her brownie Halloween party at the leader's house. I wish I could post a picture of their troop because they are so cute, but I'm not. Those girls are so funny and adorable. Her leader is like way cool too.

Zoe was sweet last night. I was feeling a little crappy and was sad. She made up this song:

I love my mom
I love my dad
I love my mom's boyfriend
I love my family
I love my friends
I love playing soccer
And I might love playing basketball
But I don't like bullies
But I have to love them
Because God wants us to
But that doesn't mean I have to like them
Because they are mean
And obnoxious
And I am a tv watcher
And I love my Barbies
And my school
And God
And the Pledge of Alligence
But my mom
My only mommy
Who grew me in her belly
She is who
I love the most

I can do this. Someone loves me the most.

Your assignment today is to pray (or send good vibes) to Paula at MD Anderson. Send them to her family. I also want you to eat some pie. Pie is good. So are migas. Especially when they are only $3.95

Here is a picture of my adorable Elvis:

Yet again

Makes Sense, No?

Elvis came with me to pick up Zoe. Zoe is learning about "rosariozees" (rosaries)

Elvis: What is a rosary?

Zoe: It's Mary's necklace. But you can't wear it. You pray on it.

Elvis: So who is Mary?

Zoe: The mother of Jesus.

Elvis: So who is Jesus?

Zoe: The Son of Mary.

That made me pee a little in my pants.

Zoe the Artist

Zoe drew this in church Sunday. I asked her what it was and she said it was a picture of her eating salad.

We Did It

I finished my Light the Night walk last night. I was so excited because I beat my $3,000 goal by over $200. I still can raise money for about a month if I want. I wonder if I could raise $5,000?

There were so many people there. I did the entire walk, although at one point I did say "A hill? What? Are they on crack?" It was a big hill. My reds are a bit down too, so I was out of breath. I also had a little hitch in my getalong (left knee). But overall, I finished; a little more whiney than I should have been, but I finished. And that's all I wanted to do. I wanted to say "Screw you cancer, I'm still here."

Elvis walked with me as did my parents, Bros #1 and #3, Zoe and two of my neices and one nephew. It meant so much to me that they were all there - especially Bro #1 (my donor) I just wanted to hug them all.

I wore stickers that said "I'm walking in Memory of" and others that said "I'm walking in Honor of." It was sad to me that I had so many "in memory ofs," versus the "in honor ofs." Mom wore Clem's sticker. And Bro #3 wore Ashleys. I bet he would have really liked her.

I turned around and looked. Survivors carried white balloons and the others all carried red ones. They had lightbulbs in them and lit up in the dark. It made me bummed that there weren't more white balloons. I only saw about ten. I also teared up when I thought about this past year. It's been over a year now since I was diagnosed. I want to celebrate this occasion every year as a celebration. I want to have many many more years where I pass this date and think... it was twenty-five years ago that I was diagnosed, and I'm still here.

I also teared up when I saw little Zoe. My neice put her hair in two pigtails. She was wearing this goofy looking outfit, but it was cute - capri pants and long pink socks. She was so lighthearted walking. Just like la-la-la. A walk through the park with a balloon. Her sticker was on her back:

"I'M WALKING TO HONOR MY MOMMY"

I can do this. I'm still here!!

Your assignment for today is to call an old friend. We haven't done that one in a long time. Is there someone you haven't been in touch with lately? I have friends that I don't see often, but when I talk to them it's just like I spoke to them yesterday. You never know what might make their day.

I love you internets. And I appreciate all of your donations. We are now going to start working on our 293038923 thank you notes.

Elvis' sticker said "I'M WALKING TO HONOR MY GIRLFRIEND"

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Happy Halloween

Zoe did this decorated bag at school today. It was supposed to say Happy Halloweener.

Except hers said:

HAPPY HALLOWIENER!!!

Road Trip

Elvis and I are taking a lil' road trip today to drop off some of my stuff with my siblings. Momo is like.... "I'm tired of storing all your hight school yearbooks!"

Ms. Zoe Mia Hamm scored the only goal for her team in yesterday's game. She really is pretty damn awesome. She was really focused and serious about the game, but cried afterwards because she said she's "tired of losing." But I told her that she was great because she tried so hard and she did her best. And that she had fun. Those are the two most important things.

She also came like thiiiiiiis close to scoring about six goals, with the ball hitting the side of the goal. I was amazed. She was fantastic. She's got another game Thursday and another one Sunday.

She played so well, but it was agonizingly hot out still. Hello, Mother Nature. Isn't it almost November? Don't you think you could ditch the 90+ degree weather already? I mean I know we are killing the ozone layer, but Zoe and I have been seriously recycling. My sunscreen isn't even working anymore.

Our walk is Saturday. If you are interested in the details, send me an email. I am now about $200 away from reaching my goal of $3,000. I'm excited. I'm pretty sure Sis #2 and Bro #1 are going to come up too. (Bro #1 is my donor - you know, the Stem Cell Stud). I can't wait to see them. Tomorrow is Sis #2's birthday. In her honor, here is a haiku:

Sis you are the best
Yo. We miss you like crazy
No birthday curses

I'll make you a cake
Happy birthday you old hag
And a frog candle
(old joke)

I can do this. I have my soccer superstar, my Elvis, my family, and my internets. Besides - it's a road trip. Break out the funyuns, beef jerky, and icees.

Your assignment is twofold. In the Sarcomical fashion, please leave a birthday haiku for Sis #2. She held down the fort for me and was Zoe's mom for months. We had no idea how long that would last, but she always made me feel that she had my back, even when she herself was scared or overwhelmed. Thank you Sis and BIL #2. I could never repay you. But I know Zoe will always think of you as her second Mommy and Daddy.

The second part of your assignment (or if you are haiku challenged) is to comment about your favorite road trip. When we were younger, we always went on vacations during the summer. Mom and Dad must have been insane to take all those young kids in the car with them all over the country. But I still remember driving to the Grand Canyon, camping in Alaska, going to California, Missouri to go to Branson on my 21st b-day (yeah, a real party animal), or driving to Minnesota to see all my bazilliondy cousins.

Ok, it's time to wake the Zoester. Which is a three-part process. Serious cranky-butt. So I make up fake songs and tickle her. Then she breathes on me with her "dragon breath" (which can cause holes in the ozone right dere).

GO DC UNITED!!!

I am that I am.

I'm Outnumbered

Elvis and I have been hanging out a lot. He and Zoe have the same sense of humor. And they like the same (as Zoe would say it) "muse-kick." They are like two goofy kids. We've had so much fun together. I love it.

She's been really good lately. With the exception of wanting to wear tooooo small of clothes. Most of the stuff still fits, but it's from when she was about three or four years old. Too short, too tight, or too hoochie. God bless school uniforms. I guess it's just paybacks to me because I had my own "unique" way of dressing when I was younger.

Remember Zoe's pantyhose? I LOVE those.

I don't mind funky or quirky dressing by kids, but hoochie - well it's not happening. Hopefully it never will. But it's what all the kids wear and is what is in the store.

We got rid of a lot of her small stuff yesterday at our yard sale. But I am going to donate the clothes of hers I don't like. Her dad bought most of them and they are just a bit too skimpy. Now he's got 2 other boxes to mail to her. If it's too hoochie - adios. I told her I will take her shopping and let her pick a few other things out if she wants. *sigh* God bless school uniforms.

Here is a "phish-face" picture from dinner the other night. Zoe took it herself.

I can do this. I'm surrounded by Phish. Phish who like Elvis.

Your assignment today is to cull your clothes. Winter is a'coming (sooner for some of you than here). It was cool yesterday to do that yard sale and get rid of old clothes and shoes and stuff. If you haven't worn it in a long while, think if you reeeealllly need it or if that particular tube top would look much better hanging on a hanger at the Salvation Army.

Pork chop.

Elvis, Baby, Elvis

A real date tonight. Our third.

Me, my date Elvis, and Zoe.

First we went to my endocrine doc appt. Elvis watched baby Z while I went in. I got crappy news, and a bigger dose of insulin and some bad kidney stuff and bad cholesterol stuff. Me no likey. Elvis and I are going to work on it. We walk every night. Dr. B lowered the steroid dose, so my left leg is aching. I hate it when my body betrays me. I am determined to fix all of this. I didn't kick cancer's ass only to let the diabetes take me down.

Then we go see that movie Open Season. Ok. I think we are the loudest damn laughers in the theater. Even Zoe snorted. It's this anti-hunter movie. During one scene the animals are beating up on this hunter. This little kid said "Somebody needs to kick that man in the privates." I guess you had to be there.

Elvis snuck a kiss and Zoe totally busted me. It was funny. She likes him a lot. He is a very laid back person and is totally relaxed around us. He actually can hang with the debu_clan. Only the best of the best can hang with this group. My bro and sisters in laws are so great. They can hang. I think Elvis is a keeper. He's really cute too. I don't want to spill too much, but I'm pretty damn happy.

So then I had promised Zoe that she could pick where we went to dinner. She chose Chuys (and Dallas K - this one is pretty good - you all need to roadtrip to SA). I was pretty good as I'm still thinking about my bad labs.

Zoe drank this huge icee in the movies, so she totally had to pee. She's in the bathroom and made me come into the stall with her. The Police were playing and I swear I wish I had a video camera because she was sitting on the can and shaking her bootie. Ok. Another I guess you had to be there kind of thing.

Our dinner came and Elvis did this Elvis impersonation. Zoe laughed and said (like that kid in Jerry Maguire) "Did you know that Elvis died on the toilet."

Now that's a great date.

I can do this. I think I kindasorta have a boyfriend now. Y'all will dig him. Since, according to Zoe and Ctal's K, "afterall, Elvis is the King."

Your assignment for today is to watch a funny kid's movie. And really watch it. Some of them are sooo funny. I think we may go see Open Season again.

Sorry for the French, but I FUCKING HATE CANCER

Yeah. I dropped it. The f*bomb. I'm just so sick about this it's not funny.

An update on Paula.

I apologize in advance for not having much good news to report.

Paula is not doing well. The doctors are not expecting a recovery.

Paula has now drifted into a coma. She had several bad EEGs (a test that measures brain activity) and then stopped responding to any of the tests they use to evaluate brain stem activity. They did a very thorough MRI that shows continued swelling and some new areas of concern throughout her brain. Basically it appears that the length of this infection has caused damage to the brain stem, and little is getting through it.

On the good side, her body is in pretty good shape. The cancer battle appears to have gone very well, her body is producing gobs of good blood and her organs appear to be in great shape. They did reduce the amount of help the oxygen machine is providing and she is pretty much breathing on her own. Somehow her body's ability to tell the heart to beat and the lungs to breathe is getting through her brainstem. I don't understand, as many times as Paula has run around without thinking I believe she should be up dancing.

The doctors say that at this point after six weeks - it would be rare to see someone come out of a fight like this, and even more rare to come out without substantial and permanent damage. They say it could be months before they can rule out even a rare recovery so we are soldiering on. If her situation stabilizes then we might move to a long term rehab center.

We are not for sure what the future holds but with Paula I still like our odds. I stopped believing in numbers after I watched Paula beat so many things this last year that had a “bad prognosis.

Please keep up the prayers, they have gotten us through this last year and they will be what gets us through the next.

Randy

um. basically pray for a miracle. She's a fighter. An underdog, but a fighter.

She, Wanda and Nico are the last ones I know there. The rest have died.

Not only do you feel survivor's guilt, you feel sadness for the person you know and their family. I can't imagine what they are going through.

I can't type anymore.

I can do this. I'm sad. But I have Zoe and she scored 5 goals in practice.

The Choppy Onion. Don't Barebutt the Bed

As it turns out, I am not the only poet in the family.

Zoe went to bed the other day in one of my t-shirts. It was hu-mang-ous on her. And later on, I noticed she "conveniently" forgot her underwear. Well, of course, I had to tell her the story of the Legend of the Choppy Onion. It's a family secret story. Ranks right up there with the other myths and family urban legends.

I can do this. I wear panties to bed.

Your assignment today is to read the "read more" poem (just because it's funny - thanks Sis #2) and then post a comment, if you dare, of your own family legends. Your secret stories. (you may remain anonymous if you like)

Happy Soccer Practice Tuesday!

Too good not to post.

GRANNY CAN POEM:

Oh, the granny can.
So your fanny can
Be seen to all.
Hope you don't fall.

Oh, the granny can.

Number one, number two,
When you have chemo it looks like goo.
A lesson in humility -
The handsome murse sees your pee.

Oh, the granny can!

When you're nearly dying
It isn't the best, I'm not lying.
Feeling like your eighty six
Hey, something came out - it felt like bricks.

The granny can.

The bucket spilt on your shoe
But you don't care, you smell like poo.
How many times you dread to use it?
But right now, I'd like to choose it.

Oh, how we miss that granny can.

Posted by The Choppy Onion at September 5, 2006 05:47 PM

Words Cannot Express

For over 3 years I have been writing in this journal. This is my 1,000th post.

A long entry, but wow. 1,000.

When I started this blog, Zoe looked a little bit older than this:

So many changes. Gosh, my life has changed so much. I think I really am such a different person now than I used to be. A better person. A stronger person. A much more spiritual person.

I know I'm a better mom. Sure Zoe rings my bell once in a while (usually when she is tired or watching tv and not listening) but I am much more patient with her now. More loving. More tolerant.

I think that comes with what we've been through this past year. It was hard on both of us. To think about it all at once is just, well, overwhelming. I missed her so much when I was in treatment. I cried at night thinking about how sweet she is. How lovely she is. The smell of her hair. Her little smooth cheeks. Her bright eyes. Watching movies with her and having picnics in our living room. Sleeping with her little hand in mine. Her little voice and the funny stories she tells. Hearing someone call me Mommy. I missed that so much. And that's why I fought so hard. Because I didn't ever want that to end. Not yet. She'll grow up soon enough, but I craved her. And that beautiful little smile.

I worried that she was afraid. Especially when she'd visit and ask me things like, "who is going to take care if me if you die?" "Why did you get cancer?" "I don't want you to die. Not even when you're a Momo Grandma." I missed her learning to read. I missed her little pictures that she'd draw. Seeing her homework and the progress she made. I wanted to be a class mom and volunteer or eat lunch with her at school.

Now I love to be around her. I miss the responsibility and stability of bringing in my own money, but I have enjoyed not working and being able to be in her life more often. I have been really busy with doctor's appointments and Zoe stuff, but I spend more time with her. I still can't be a volunteer class mom because of my lowered immune system, but I do attend class and teacher things and have met some really great parents.

We used to only really see each other for about an hour in the morning and a few hours and night. But those were the times filled with rushing. Rushing to eat breakfast, get dressed, off to school, off to work. And then at night making dinner, homework, baths, reading, bedtime. The weekends were filled with errands, babysitting, cleaning and cooking.

Now we don't rush as much. We still do once in a while. But I like San Antonio. I like the slower feel of it. The people we are around are really friendly. Especially at my parish (HI Linda & Lisa!) I like to grocery shop at off hours when no one is there. Starbucks. They know my name now. It's nice to swing by and sit and drink my coffee with no where to be. I like to sit in our living room and see all the birds and squirrels in the backyard. I like to see my Dad make Zoe laugh and my Mom read stories and cook with Zoe. I love to see her at school with all her new friends and hear their cries of "Zo Zo" and see them all hug each other like long lost pals.

I would love for Zoe to have stability in her life. To know these girls her whole life. We moved around so much, I have very few friends that I've known for years - but I do have a few.

This year has also been so humbling. To rely on your family and friends and medical staff - literally for your life. To actually be forced to depend on others. It's really humbling and makes you so grateful and thankful. Their support and love got me through this. So did you all. The many many strangers who have become my lifeline. Who have become more than just named comments. More than their blogs. It's the b-love (blog love) that comes with sharing stories. Sharing lives. Sharing laughter and love and tears. Sharing our stories. The internet is a horribly sick and scary place sometimes. But it's also amazing and wonderful.

My siblings. Wow. I loved them so much before, but it brings tears to my eyes just thinking about them. And how much they all have done for me. Sis #2. She was with me at the very beginning. Taking me to the ER on that fateful morning of October 21st when I was diagnosed.

I remember feeling this horrible sense of doom. My head hurt so bad. I was so sick that week. My hand was numb. And I really needed to go to work that Friday as Zoe had bronchitis and I missed all week - unpaid. I even got dressed for work and showered. But I knew something was horribly wrong. I had been sick before, but never like this. But that awareness saved my life. I truly believe that. That headache saved my life. It was time to listen to my body for a change instead of just mothering on.

I have always thought I was going to die before I was 40. I don't know why. But then I thought it would be from my diabetes. I knew my immune system was taking a beating. I hugged Zoe so hard. I had a feeling it would be a while before I got to see her. I don't know how I knew, but that is what happened. But then I felt this sense of peace because I knew what a great mom Sis #2 is. I felt her prayers all the time. I knew Zoe was loved there. That Sis and her husband would love and protect and take care of her as fiercly as if she were their own. She is. Our family is like that. I am like that with my neices and nephews as well.

But as a single mother, you just go. You just can't think about it. You can't. You are the mom. There is no spouse to take care of you. You just endure. And move forward.

I think all moms (well parents) do this to some extent. It's a blessed job, but often thankless and difficult. You mother and love and protect and take care of everyone else, but then sometimes let your own wellness go. My greatest joy comes from being a mom. But as some of you know, sometimes it's also often your greatest sorrow. You live your largest fear being a parent. You hope for the best. You pray. And you try to have faith that you raise a decent human being. That your child grows up knowing they are loved. All you want is for them to be a good person and to be happy with their lives. But like I tell Zoe in soccer, all you can do is try your best and have fun. And that is all that matters.

I have relied on my family so much this year. They all rallied, as did my super sister girlfriends, Meerkat, D1, Paige, Gemini Julie, and Ms. Pants. It wasn't my fight. It was OUR fight. They listened to me. And I knew that even if they weren't around, they were right by my side.

Sis #1 was exactly what an older sister should be. Protective, pro-active, compassionate, caring and truly my right hand. She took care of so much for me. She calmed me and I felt safe knowing that she had my back. That if I needed anything, she could take care of it. She's amazing and is who I want to be when I grow up :) She also rallied with my lovely supper club sisters. Between Momo G and the Supper Club/Bunko sisters, they basically performed a miracle (Now I think we should call them The White Tornado and the Mini Tornados).

And my other siblings - Sis #3 taking care of me. Checking in on me. Taking me to MDA and staying with me. (and our BMW of wheelchair rides - wheeee) She may be the "baby," but she is a great caretaker. When I was really sick, nothing made me better than seeing her bring some tomato soup and crackers.

My brothers. The Three Muskateers. Or is that Stooges? heh. There will never be any way I could repay Bro #1. I feel him every day. His stem cells. Sustaining me. Healing me. I pray they will forever cure me. I pray for him and his family every day. And how blessed I am to have had a 100% match. And my Bro #2 and his wife. He made me cry when he told me he really wanted to be the one. My match. My brothers are so important to me. All 3 of them.

And then there are familiar old (old as in past, not as in age) faces. Hearing from my cousins and friends has been so cool. I haven't seen them in nearly 25 years. But they have all reached out to me. From all over the country. From Hawaii to South Carolina. The awesome MN clan and my old Myrtle Beach girl scout pals. The internets, she makes this world not so big. And I'm so happy about that.

Finally there are my parents. I must have been an ok person in a previous life because I feel like I won the lottery when it comes to my parents. They are so kind. So sweet. They gave me life and now they have helped to save me. I always wanted my mom when I was the sickest. Coming home to her soup or stew was so nourishing. She is not an overly emotional person, but she gave me the greatest gift. You hope you never have to repay a favor like that, but she was my saint. When I was hallucinating, she sat by and had to watch that, but she was my voice of reason. The one person that I would, well almost, listen to. She is a saint. I swear.

And my father. My "spiritual tour director." I felt his prayers and blessings every day. He would leave me voicemail and always say God Bless you and I love you very much. So many of my parents friends were praying and supporting me. When I go to mass I feel home. I cried the first time I went to church there. It's really cool to me to me to meet all the people who were praying for me. I want them to see how well I look and how their prayers were (and are) working.

And then there is Monkey Boy. On one hand I am still so heartbroken. But on the other, I am so blessed to have met him. He was my rock. He was the keeper of my hope. His daily devotion to me was so incredible. The situation and terms of his marriage and our relationship were not good ones, and were complicated by our love for each other. But he really was the backbone of my support. My family was there for me mentally and physically. But MB was my lifeline to my old self. My reality-checker. My internet researcher on my disease and my treatment. My sympathetic ear when I needed one - any time of day or night. My cheerleader. And my reminder that this is only temporary. That I would have a life again. That I was strong. That I could and would get through this treatment. He was my memory. And he was my greatest love. Moreso than any other man I have ever had a relationship with. We always said we were each other's one true love. Well I will never find that out now. And that is what makes me so sad. But because I am, and will always be, The Debutaunt, I will move on. Move forward. Like I always do and like I always will.

I can do this. For I am Deb. The Debutaunt. Mother to the Amazing Zoe. And because I know I am loved by many. I can feel it.

Your assignment today is to be grateful. And appreciative. Instead of sorrowing over what has happened to you or what is currently going on in your life. Take a look at what is good in your life. It may not feel like you have any good in your life, but if you start to think about it, you can find some. Even if for today if it is just a good cup of coffee. Or a pretty bird flying on your porch. Even when I was sick as a dog, I was glad that it wasn't that often. Or that I didn't have worse side effects. I would think of my daughter and my family and friends. And those that love me and were praying for me. And somehow it would be ok. That it was going to be ok.

I also want those of you who have forgotten the airline rule. If your life mask comes down, you put it on first and then take care of those around you, like your kids. Listen to your body if you are feeling it. If you are tired, make yourself sleep. If you are sick or think something is wrong, go see the doctor. But you can't take care of anyone else unless you take care of yourself first. It is important. Because one day it might be too late. And after that, it's hard to go back.

I love you all. I love you internets.

And because I don't allow myself to get too schmoopy (thanks, Pants), here are some pics from yesterday at Starbucks.

"Mom, stop it. This is important. I'm working here. I'm working here."

"Coloring at the Bucks"