Being loved

When I was about 3 my sister Went to school.  That meant I went from 3 playmates (extra parents) to just my mom and I.  We had fun reading books in the sunshine and we watched General Hospital Religiously.  It was so much freedom.

My dad made me an amazing desk.  I thought so at least.  He put a low shelf in the closet for the desk, A five gallon bucket for a chair, a pencil sharpener, several white Boeing pencils with good erasers and some paper.  So I had a private getaway, a farm and all the books and GH I could take.  It was paradise.  

I love my sisters but it was nice to have so much quiet.  I think I talked my mom's ear off so she probably doesn't remember the quiet.  I am the one who melted crayons behind the wood stove but in fairness I think we all did.

Not much has changed since then.  I still love books, sunshine, closet getaways and GH.  

My life took a strange turn and landed me back with my parents.  Now my youngest gets to have many of the same experiences while his brothers are at school.  He makes fun snacks, fixes my mom's iphone (sorry mom), and watches the "tard house" with my mom.  It is actually the "House of Cards"  but his way of saying it is way more entertaining.  

Its wonderful to be loved.