The perfect pair!

We all know those perfect jeans that you wear until they fall off, or that favorite sweater that grows holes and does not matter, or the pajamas that you could swear were your friend. The world of favorites does not go away but it seems to change.. I have watched our daughter put on this sweatshirt and wear it like it is a piece of favorite jewelry.
In the morning.. she has it on.. in the afternoon she has it on.. after school it once again appears, and at night she will sometimes even sleep in it. It seems like it is in the wash every time I go in the laundry room. She will even wash it all by itself to make sure it is ready to put back on. She has now added another favorite.. the proverbial pink plaid pajama pants. I thought I'd better take a picture of the perfect pair that she just won't give up.. after 10,000 washings they are the softest pieces of clothing in the entire Holloway household.. there is only one small problem...

I won't be the unusually frank mom who will embarrass her, not this time.. Lets just say, they are going away soon unless she wants to make them into Capri's or shorts (smile)..

What about it does she love so much? I had to wonder and then it dawned on me that the sweatshirt to her is like my favorite pair of jeans dawning holes in both knees; I wore them until I just could not justify being forty something with my knees hanging out. The kids thought they were cool. Teachers and Principles just thought.. I'm sure..
But if you took them away I would feel miserable.. So it is the same with her...
You are your mama's child and that is clear.. you will look back on these days and remember these plaid pants and the sweatshirt and recall how they made you feel when you put them on, just like I still go into my closet every now and then and put on my favorite butter soft Jeans complete with holes and recall how I used to feel when the holes were not there!!



and you thought you were helping mom out with focus issues.. Thanks sweety.. I love you!!

Days Gone By!

Such a funny relationship is ours.. We lived together after college.. ready to spread our wings and make it on our own.. a three bedroom apartment, but who was to get the largest room? Phyl insisted, but Denise (our other roommate) and I made her pay more for the privilege of more space and her own bathroom.. Phyllis went to decorating and I will never forget that teal and black bedspread that she treasured.. not to mention the matching shower curtain and floor mats in her adjacent bathroom. Too funny now, but hilarious then.

We both started flying the friendly skies of Delta Airlines and savored those times we had as "just us girls". Making it on our own. Clothes, shoes, haircuts, food, no food, parties, decorating the place (we left that up to Denise)....... Not two months later did I meet the love of my life who walked up to me on a plane and proceeded to change everything . Romance, teddy bears in the mail, travel, proposal, marriage and later..kids.

Things proceeded to change for Phyl too. William came walking into her life in much the same way..on a plane as well and later they too were married. Travel, moving, jobs, romance and kids!

Eighteen years for Eric and I and Fifteen years for William and Phyllis.. we haven't changed much... Have we?





Thanks Guys.. Happy Easter!

Hey There Yvonna!

At first glance she was not having any part of it.. pensive, searching, thinking, you could almost hear her thoughts. They were written all over her face..
What is she doing here? What are those bags for? Who is this lady mom? What is that thing in her hand? Is mom going to leave? oh and ohhhhh what was that flash?
Then mom started the music and she was transformed in an instant.. the rhythm had her dancing, hands clapping, head moving to the beat... and all the questions seemed to melt away.
She is growing fast guys.. Enjoy!