mailed

They hit the mail on Monday....

those who received one know....

those who read the private blog know too...

those who REALLY want to know who to find can e-mail me...

What a shame that I can not tell you here...

I am living a watercolored life in a brilliantly colored oil painting.

My life has the fingerprints of God all over it but I can only tell you that God has been here at my house today, for fear that the small minded blog police may tattle-tell.

The sad part is that it is like eating a banana split and telling someone who has never tasted ice cream what that is like.


But oh my GOSH I can not WAIT UNTIL FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I will cry, I will dance in the streets, I will party with my babies.

I will catch bubbles and run circles to feel the earth spin.

I will laugh too loud.

And one day I will tell you why FRIDAY is the very best day of Charley & I's life to date.

Long time reader's may even be able to guess and may be wise enough to piece together the story...the people I have addresses for got invites to the much waited for, much prayed for, much life altering event!

I am dancing on the stars and the cow is jumping the moon.

I tell you a mother of five (opps did I say that?) with MS really can dance. ~~~Yeah, I still have that old MS too. ~~~~ I even run people.

(The astute are counting on their fingers and going when did she get five again?)

Pretty fast too, the running that is.

Fast enough to chase after a loose German Shepard if I have to.

Anyways we are having a HUGE party Friday and Saturday.....but I can not tell you why.

My first amendment rights and all will be reclaimed since that day I was told I can not talk about that super secret thing I do, but one day, one day I will be able to. One day I will no longer be living under the RULE of the blog police and will be free to be a regular mother, a regular writer of my old blog and I can tell my story like I use to.

In color.

with breathing words.....and love.

and humor. and more clarity...less alluding...

and sometimes saddness...but always with what I had hoped was dignity.

xxoo