Hi, and good morning to anyone who happens to be reading this. I don't intend for that to be the case, though. I've already created one blog for the purpose of sharing my notoriously unconventional views with family and friends. Rather, this is for me, a journal of sorts where I can record my daily thoughts.
This is something I dearly wish I'd decided to undertake this summer, which turned out to be the best summer of my entire life. The other good ones all involved extramarital sex, which I've found to be sadly lacking in the building of self-esteem and fulfillment. The memories are tainted with shame, sordid memories, insecurities and the knowledge that these sort of relationships are only able to sustain themselves for a period of a few months at a time.
In sharp contrast, the little man in my life this summer is 43 inches tall, anxiously awaiting 48, which will allow him to ride the giant slide at the swimming pool and "measure up" for more carnival rides. Stick around and I'll tell you all about him, or try to.
Proud Nonna
The little person who made my summer is richly deserving of his own entry, so that will be next. I hope I can capture some of his magic in words, insufficient are they are to truly paint a picture of those we love the most.
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