For Christmas, Hank, DTG, gave me my own domain name. So you can now find me by just typing in blessourhearts. net. He says this makes me more professional.
Well, I guess!
Isn't that a beautiful Christmas present?
I love that boy.
Anyway, things seem to be a bit out of order. Be patient. I have lost my blog list there on the side but will get it back. I promise. Don't worry. I love to list the blogs I love to read.
But right now?
Nope. I got a date with my friend Liz. We're going to reactivate a very beloved tradition tonight. We're going, just the two of us, with Jessie as designated driver. Hey! Gotta toast in the gazebo, babies! Next year we'll bust it open again and have all the women we love and who knew Lynn and loved her because it was HER idea, and it is her we will be celebrating tonight.
There will be tears. There already have been. All day I've been thinking about how fucking amazingly delighted Lynn would be with Owen. And it makes me sad she'll never get to kiss his fat little cheeks and that he'll never get to dance with her.
BUT, life goes on.
And I must go find a bra. And take a shower. And get ready.
All right. Life is one big transition after another. Until it's not.
And I suppose blessourhearts is in one although not really. A rose is a rose, etc.
Thank-you, Hank. I love you. You are one fine son.