The problem with vacations is they never last long enough. I've found myself daydreaming about our wonderful vacation in LA. I long to go back to those 4 short days and do them all over again. I long to have more time with those great women and men, for I feel like we just barely got to know each other before we had to say good-bye.
It's not fair that we all have to live so far apart. Why can't we all live in the same town and be neighbors? Why can't we "do" coffee on a Wednesday afternoon, when the teachers are done teaching? It's not fair that we can't do dinner and see a movie together. I already know these girls can shop, but wouldn't it be fun to shop for other things besides toys?
I guess I'm just feeling sorry for myself. My friends are far away. School is back in session and football is taking up more time that I like.
Those four glorious days were a time of blossoming for me. I was able to be the person that I truly am. There was no hiding my kink! Besides my blog, the only person in my life that knows this stuff about me is Bossman.
As I go through life, being the mother of the little man and the wildchild, being the churching going, football mother, babysitter, Godmother, and Aunt to the little angel, I realize that although all those people are me, they are not the whole me.
The trip to LA is never far from my mind. I think of it often. I look at pictures of all of us and I smile.
Because I know that in that time, at that place....
I was me!
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