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Pure Bliss

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I experienced a joyful, hilarious moment last night. I was brushing my teeth and looked down to see no toilet paper. “Ugh, there’s no T.P. in here!” Maria was standing next to me brushing her teeth and started laughing hysterically at my predicament. I couldn’t help but chuckle with her; her laugh is contagious. While we were laughing, she tried to step into the bathtub to reach for the washcloth (trying to be funny and act like it’s T.P.) but she tripped herself up on the tub ledge and fell into the tub. Before I could be worried about her being hurt, she rose up with a giant smile on her face and a laughter so deep and hard that it wouldn’t even come out. I began laughing hysterically with her; the two of us gathering more steam by simply looking at one another.

I have experienced that type of raucous laughter with best girlfriends in the past (both drunk and sober) but never so with Ri. Sure, I have laughed with her, and laughed hard with her, but this was different. It was pure bliss. As I laid in bed with her trying to get her to sleep, she still giggled. All I could think of was how much I adored her as my daughter and how much fun she is to have in my life. She has a zest for life that will take her far, and I want to watch as long as I am able.

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Brownie Gal

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Ri wore her brownie sash for the first time this year complete with the badges that I diligently ironed on last night. Ri worried that I had no clue how to iron the badges on because she knows her mother’s lack of home ec skills. When I brought the iron downstairs she looked at me with concerned eyes and pulled on grandma. “Grandma’s right here if you need help” she said coyly. But I cranked it out without any botch ups.

“See, I did it, Ri!” I beamed with pride.

“Thanks mama.” I could sense that Ri wondered why I was do excited over completing an ironing project. But Jon understood what an accomplishment it was for his wife (who has yet to learn to sew a button onto her pants).

I placed the sash over her head this am, and she stood tall as I snapped her picture. I never joined Girl Scouts as a kid and I don’t remember any of my girlfriends joining either. But Ri seems to enjoy it and it gets her around other girls so I promote it as much as possible.

Besides, anything that can teach me a home ec skill gets a win in my book and Ri’s!

Rain down on us

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The smiling faces of a mama and daughter who trekked through pouring sheets of rain to return home from Mario’s football practice.

My girl is a machine. She was pretty upset at first. Mario got a ride with a football buddy of his (a sweet boy who towers over him but has taken to Mario and watches over him at practice) and they headed to DQ. Poor Ri had to bike home with me since we biked down to practice (Mario sat on my bike) and no one offered to put our bikes in their cars and take us home.

At first she pouted about being tired and then she cried a bit in fear when she heard a thunder clap but after five minutes she got that determined look on her face and she was all business. She pedaled like a champ and walked her bike half way up the hill to our house. When I took the bike from her and walked my bike and hers up the hill, she ran beside me to keep up.

On the final block stretch, we were both laughing and soaked to the bone. We parked our bikes in the garage and took the picture above. The picture doesn’t do our soaked selves justice! Ri was clearly proud of herself and I continued to reinforce to her how awesome she was to bike through that storm.

The joys of having a strong, determined daughter.