Secret Crushes
Disclaimer: boy-free post.
How many times do you think about someone and how special they are to you but never say a word? As for me, I do that a lot. So my sneaky way of getting around that is to blog about them! No face-to-face awkwardness where they may be thinking, "Is she dying, is that why she's saying all this?" or "Does she want to leave her husband for me?" Every so often, I will acquaint you with one special person while confessing my undying admiration, love, etc. for them. By the end, you'll be crushing too!
Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo
High school was hell. OK, that's an exaggeration. It was purgatory. School work was never a problem for me. For instance, I know that Pi equals 3.14159265 and the melting point for Na (sodium) is 207.9 degrees fahrenheit. Just kidding, I googled that! The social aspect was another monster. I was in a horribly horrible relationship and wandering through a crowd of not-so-great influences. I graduated - that was never the question, it was more, would I get out of bed on graduation day and have a smile on my face?
When I turned 18, my aunt had a baby. Oh, how I loved that little girl. I went to her house almost everyday and babysat for free whenever they needed (more like whenever they would let me.) I wasn't being entirely altruistic - I had a much more selfish agenda. Just when I needed it the most, sweet baby Caroline gave me such unconditional love. She would throw her arms around my neck and my troubles would disappear. The intoxication of having such a small little person making me feel needed, cherished and worthy was unbelievably incredible. I am extremely honored to be her godmother.
As little girls do, Caroline grew up and was soon occupied with friends. I entered into my roaring 20s (she's there now) and I think we all know what that entails. Although we grew apart, I will always feel a special connection to her and I'm so very fortunate that I've seen her grow into a kind, smart and beautiful woman. I only hope that when HER life settles down, we can pick up where we left off. I love you Caroline!
How many times do you think about someone and how special they are to you but never say a word? As for me, I do that a lot. So my sneaky way of getting around that is to blog about them! No face-to-face awkwardness where they may be thinking, "Is she dying, is that why she's saying all this?" or "Does she want to leave her husband for me?" Every so often, I will acquaint you with one special person while confessing my undying admiration, love, etc. for them. By the end, you'll be crushing too!
Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo
High school was hell. OK, that's an exaggeration. It was purgatory. School work was never a problem for me. For instance, I know that Pi equals 3.14159265 and the melting point for Na (sodium) is 207.9 degrees fahrenheit. Just kidding, I googled that! The social aspect was another monster. I was in a horribly horrible relationship and wandering through a crowd of not-so-great influences. I graduated - that was never the question, it was more, would I get out of bed on graduation day and have a smile on my face?
When I turned 18, my aunt had a baby. Oh, how I loved that little girl. I went to her house almost everyday and babysat for free whenever they needed (more like whenever they would let me.) I wasn't being entirely altruistic - I had a much more selfish agenda. Just when I needed it the most, sweet baby Caroline gave me such unconditional love. She would throw her arms around my neck and my troubles would disappear. The intoxication of having such a small little person making me feel needed, cherished and worthy was unbelievably incredible. I am extremely honored to be her godmother.
As little girls do, Caroline grew up and was soon occupied with friends. I entered into my roaring 20s (she's there now) and I think we all know what that entails. Although we grew apart, I will always feel a special connection to her and I'm so very fortunate that I've seen her grow into a kind, smart and beautiful woman. I only hope that when HER life settles down, we can pick up where we left off. I love you Caroline!
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