Twenty five years ago, a little red round ball with spiky hair and jet black eyes greeted the world via the St Elizabeth Hospital in Boston, MA. Such a burst of energy, a bundle of joy, a miracle of life. Determined to live inspite of all the odds, the inconveniences.
Oh, those tiny fingers when they curled into yours; those puffy eyes when they opened to look at you; that cute, snub nose with little nostrils struggling for air; that crooked mouth with drool at its corner; that funny gurgling sounds that came out of it!
That first roll on the bed, on to her tummy like a baby seal! That first crawl, that first stand, that first tentative steps, that turned into a strut, then a power walk around the block! That little white bonnet that changed to a wide hair band to hold back the curls; that little rompers that were replaced by corduroy overalls, and then leggings and, finally, dresses.
That first day to elementary school in her pink snowsuit; that first chintz peach spring dress for her 6th birthday; that first floral summer dress from TJ MAXX; that pink cord and jumper set for back to school in the Fall.
Then, back to SJ in her white kurung and blue kain; all sharp and snappy in her red and white cheerleader's outfit ....
To be continued.
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I'm being faithful to my thursday horoscope:
"You don't need to send out a detailed report about your latest goings-on, even if (and especially if) people are asking questions. Keeping key details to yourself just adds to that delicious air of mystery."
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