This is what love is. Honest to goodness LOVE. You know, this young lady makes me smile. Laugh. A lot. We had these taken a couple of days ago. Yes, it’s been awhile since writing a blog, been even longer since my daughter and I have taken the time to have some photos done. This. Says. It. All. I am proud of this young woman.

As I write this today, after seeing some of the photos that were taken, I cry. I cry happy tears. I am covered, surrounded by pillows in a bit of a physical struggle again today. NO. Honestly no sadness here at all. Not at all!  My body. Guess it kinda likes to shut down. We have a love/hate relationship, yeah, for years. But…. Here’s my opinion. I say THANK YOU!  You know why? If it hadn’t been for the bitch (cancer)…. infertility…I might have never felt love like this, true love, honest to goodness joy. This young woman, my daughter, was placed in my life for a reason. She teaches me something each day. Especially love. Funny, although we don’t look like each other, we are alike in so many ways, it makes me giggle. This chosen child, is one of my two. Both give me reason. Bring on the physical limitations, discomfort. It’s been worth every second. Pretty darn amazing I’d say!

me,

Pat

She’s somebody’s hero. I woke up this morning with the song from Jamie O’Neal, Somebody’s Hero on my mind and ironically when I turned on my ipod, it was playing. I have not listened to this song in 8 years.  It was a song I listened to a lot (probably too much) while my mother was in a nursing home before she passed. On the way to to visit her and on the way home I’d play it on repeat, singing at the top of my lungs. A lot of times, in tears. I know she was a hero to both of my sisters and myself. More than Mom will ever know. But maybe she does!

Right now, today….I’d just love an hour back, an hour to maybe get some advice to be reminded of courage, get a hug, maybe just sit quietly holding hands.

So this is all I’m going to write today. I’m hoping I’m a hero to my daughters. I know I had one. Here are the lyrics. (If you haven’t heard the song, check it out.)

“Somebody’s Hero”

She’s never pulled anyone from a burning building
She’s never rocked Central Park to a half a million fans, screaming out her name
She’s never hit a shot to win the game
She’s never left her footprints on the moon
She’s never made a solo hot air balloon ride, around the world,
No, she’s just your everyday average girl (but)

She’s somebody’s hero
A hero to her baby with a skinned up knee
A little kiss is all she needs
The keeper of the cheerios
The voice that brings Snow White to life
Bedtime stories every night
And that smile lets her know
She’s somebody’s hero

She didn’t get a check every week like a nine-to fiver
But she’s been a waiter, and a cook and a taxi driver
For twenty years, there at home, until the day her girl was grown
Giving all her love to her was her life’s ambition
But now her baby’s movin’ on, and she’ll soon be missin’ her
But not today, those are tears of joy runnin’ down her face

She’s somebody’s hero
A hero to her daughter in her wedding dress
She gave her wings to leave the nest
It hurts to let her baby go down the aisle she walks right by
Looks back into her mother’s eyes
And that smile lets her know
She’s somebody’s hero

Thirty years have flown right past
Her daughters’ starin’ at all the photographs
Of her mother, and she wishes she could be like that
Oh, but she already is

She’s somebody’s hero
A hero to her mother in a rockin’ chair
She runs a brush through her silver hair
The envy of the nursing home
She drops by every afternoon
Feeds her mama with a spoon
And that smile lets her know
Her mother’s smile lets her know
She’s somebody’s hero

Love.

me, Pat