Sunday

Happy Birth-day.

Dear Madie,
You are thirteen! Officially a teenager. That is both terrifying and lovely. I don't want you to grow up, but I can't wait to see your life unfold. You are beautiful, smart and talented. You are kind. You are funny. There are times when I can't believe what a drama queen you are, and also how endearing it is. I wish you a joyful thirteenth year. I wish for you a million best things. I wish that you will always remember how much you are worth, and to not sacrifice your dreams, your values, yourself-- for anything less than that worth.

Love your sister,
Karlee

The birthday interview:

Karlee: Hi Mad, how are you doing?
Madisen: Good.
K: I hear it's your birthday..
M: It is.
K: How do you feel about that?
M: Happy, satisfied.. and excited.. and kinda mad!
K: Oh? Why mad?
M: Cause my next birthday is a whole year away.
K: Well that is one perspective.. onto the questions. What did you think this morning when you woke up?
M: I'm a teenager!
K: What did you have for breakfast?
M: Well I had to fend for myself, cause mom was at work. Shay took me to the dollar store and I got beef jerky. Oh, and fruit rollups.
K: Niiiice. You definitely like food. I heard you asked for only wavy BBQ chips for your presents?
M: You heard right. I like BBQ chips.
K: So what's your favorite food?
M: BBQ chips! Well actually potatoes. No, I would say watermelon.
K: Final answer?
M: Yes, watermelon is the bomb baby.
K: What's your favorite color?
M: Purple. Because it's uplifting.
K: Are you just making crap up?
M: No, I just can't think of anything to explain why I like purple!
K: So can I have some of your chips?
M: No!
K: Please?
M: No.
K: Uh, please?
M: Uh, no.
K: Fine.
M: Get over it.

Pictures from the celebration- October 16th, 2009.

 
 
 
 
 

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love after love

The time will come when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say
sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger
who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread.
Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life...

Take down the love
letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs,
the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit.
Feast on your life.

~Derek Walcott

bring it on back

and i am telling you..

i'm karlee. i have a husband and a daughter. (well ok, she's a puppy.) this is the world through my eyes.

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