Reagan was taken Prom dress shopping today by her Mom, Nannie and Auntie Helen and apparently it went very well judging by the photos.
THE dress amongst all the dress was chosen by demeanor as soon as she put it on she came alive smiling from ear to ear and every knew, even the shop staff
I’m 45 years old, and somehow..
I woke up in my 33 year old body.
Just for one day.
I wake up to little hands tugging at the blankets.
“Mommy, wake up!” they shout.
I blink, and I sit up slowly.
My babies. They’re small again.
I gasp. I cry.
They climb into bed giggling, wiggling.
I used to rush through mornings.. but not today.
I pull them close.
I hug them tight.
I kiss their messy hair.
I hold their little hands.
This time, I soak in every second.
I catch my reflection in the bathroom mirror.
No deep lines.
No grey hair.
My younger face…
I used to think I looked old at 33
What a silly thought.
I stare for a moment and think, “You are so beautiful.”
I find my husband in the kitchen, making coffee.
He looks strong, Young.
I wrap my arms around him so tightly.
He looks surprised.
Maybe we didn’t hug enough back then, I think.
We talk about the day nothing big.
But today, it all feels big.
I memorize the sound of his voice.
We pile into the car, kids arguing over seatbelts.
Someone drops a snack.
Crumbs everywhere.
I used to get so frustrated.
I soak in the noise, the chaos I know my car will be quiet and spotless for many years to come.
But I’ll miss the mess.
Dinner is loud and unorganized.
No one wants to sit still.
There’s shouting, giggling, a little arguing and so much life.
I don’t clean up right away.
I just sit and watch.
Trying to burn it all into my memory.
Before bed, I pick up the phone.
I call my mom. And I hear her voice.
Mom..MOM
I haven’t heard this voice in so many years..
I close my eyes and let her words wash over me.
I tell her I love her again and again.
I never want to hang up.
This time, I don’t leave anything unsaid.
At bedtime, I don’t skip pages in the story.
Not tonight.
I read every single word.
Then I ask, “Can we read one more book?”
They say yes.
I don’t want this day to end.
I got one more day.
And this time, I knew.
This was joy.
This was love.
Those little hands.
The loud, messy dinners.
Our strong, young bodies with no aches or pains.
Our parents who are still alive..
It all mattered so much more than we ever realized.
Love you dude!
No, You’re crying…I’m not
Happy Valentine Day
Friday nights sure have changed, gone are those knock off work and get ready for a night out on the town.
Jamie went out to see a mate, Lincoln went skating Reagan went to her room so I ran a hot bath and did nothing but luxuriate
To say Lincoln is a great lad would be the least you could say about him but it would not come close to doing him justice.
We went to school with him tonight to start the journey of options, the subjects that he will study for the next two years and hopefully set him up to succeed.
It was interesting to watch his body language when he got out of the car in his baggy jeans tight t-shirt and hoodie he stooped into the grunting teenager stance and looked too cool for school. It was wierd to watch this boy that lives his life like a volcano erupting drumming gaming skating church drama and everything else he enthuses about all day every day.
In French, maths and to a certain extent Film study his head was down yet all teachers gushed over him while he played the teenager.
Cut to the drama and performing arts classroom, and suddenly Lincoln appeared. The loud, fun-loving, popular boy lit up the room the moment he walked in, before disappearing off with his fellow performers.
We then spoke to Mr Dipple, who could not say enough positive things about our son. He spoke about how far Lincoln could go in acting and performing, especially as talented male performers like him are rare — “like unicorns in the industry,” as he put it. He felt Lincoln could easily progress to one of the top schools and that, as far as GCSE is concerned, a grade 9 would be almost guaranteed.
The other most wanted option which seems to be difficult to fit in is religious studies because ‘Pathway A’ has compulsory French a subject he does not like and feels it would be torture to have to do it for two years instead of learning about religion something he is already passionate about.
Mom and I intend to talk to the deputy head Mr Lal if he is unable to choose RE just because they think he might pass a language exam. I have a feeling if push comes to shove Lal and Miss Naylor the head teacher may have a fight on their hands if they try to push Lincoln down the language route. Mamma bear could be activated….again
It sounds like he is very popular and doing well and I’m sure common sense will prevail
Spent the day not feeling the greatest possibly fighting something off because I have a banging headache that has persisted since yesterday. Anyway it wasn’t bad enough to stop me working so it definitely wasn’t going to stop me playing pool tonight, although getting beat didn’t make me feel any better.
Then the kicker to top not the greatest day the hosting for this website has runout so tomorrow being another day should be better but will need some money to get me back online…
Having walked Billy, cooked tea, took Lincoln to drum practice and finally picking Jamie up from the train station I sat down at 21:45 to relax and watch some TV but nodded off on the sofa almost immediately.
Took my car for a full service today, basically anything that was due I wanted done, because my service book has not been filled in since I bought it in 2022.
I asked Town Bridge Motors, who I know I took it to for servicing if they could fill in the missing entries which they have done today. So now I have evidence of the full service history I knew it had, they even included the new clutch they fitted
I booked it in for an MOT 9th March when it will also have the brakes done which may not pass so I want them doing.
The new registration is going through I uploaded my V5C this morning so now just waiting for next stage of the transfer I guess?
I believe a good relationship, especially a marriage, is based on honesty and trust. If you’re honest with each other that will always be the perfect foundation that almost everything else rests on.
Jamie and I have been discussing this recently because she sees other relationships and marriages breaking down and feels concerned that we don’t end up struggling, ever.
The thing we agree on everytime it’s discussed is that not being honest from the beginning or when communication breaks down will always foster dishonesty and then it eventually becomes the problem.
I believe our relationship, from the first MySpace messages through all the preceding messages emails IMs and then eventually to us meeting we were honest with each other and that has stood us in good stead. We have never been surprised or shocked because we were warts and all honest with each other from the off.
When a marriage breaks down over the revelation that one has been in prison which wasn’t revealed prenup, is not shocking, no matter what the reason was! A relationship will always be strained after something as big as that because what else doesn’t the other know about?
I think we’re ok so long as Jamie was truthful that she was a nun before she met me…! I know I never said I was rich I just didn’t say I wasn’t when she assumed I was…
Disclaimer: when bought $2 for £1 I thought I was rich too!
Falling in love with my car again meant this morning dropping it off to be valeted so I asked Jamie to pick me up and I would take her for breakfast in Sandbach, which she obviously agreed to because its one of her favourite things to do.
Now a day out with my best mate a few years ago would have been very different but Jamie and me are best mates and after breakfast we went to Costco to buy bog paper something so mundane yet necessary but we just seem to love doing stuff like that together we have a laugh put the world to rights and just enjoy each other’s company while getting shit done!
Speaking of getting shit done, when we got home we emptied out ‘Mommy’s Shed of Thanksgiving and Christmas Dec’s we lazily chucked in there allowing us to restock Jamie’s store with the £200+ stuff from Costco. This meant we needed to empty out some crap I’d/we’d horded and organise the decs into the more accessible side of the loft space, which we did as a team and it was so satisfying too.
Some people would think a day like that is their worst nightmare but Jamie and I just like doing stuff like that so long as we do it together!
My car by the way came back absolutely spotless and clean and ready for a proper service on Tuesday.
A personalised number plate?
Decided to buy a number plate that reflects me ALB but could not decide what else to have on it because of the rules around not being allowed to have 70 on a plate on a car built in 2019
So to cut a long story short I can only add a plate with 19 or older so I decided on JF for Jamie Forster and 09 the year we married followed by Me ALB
Cost on the website said Only £300 but by the time I attach them to my car it will be nearer £500 which is and extravagance but I have wanted one for years so why not….?