I love you I love you I love you -- if you think there is a chance I mean you in any of this, well you are right.
You've heard, we all have-- it takes a village to raise a child. Now you're gonna roll your eyes or sigh or stop reading because you've heard this already. Well, why don't you listen. Yeah , it takes a village to raise a child, it takes mama friends and daddy friends and childless friends and teenagers and other kids to raise a child... but thats not what my thank yous and i love yous are for. Because you know what else takes a village, we do each one of us, no one lives in void. No not you, tough sexy artist guy, not you awesome stylish childless woman, not you hippy mama, suburban mother, you somewhere in between mama. No we need each other. It takes a village to raise me. Me at almost 38, I'm on FB , on blogs, on the phone, text, posting, meeting at coffee shops, bars, front porches... Ineed you to tell me what shampoo you use, what to do with my baby's cough, that I'm okay, that you like my top, that you care what I think about politics and dinner and that book and where I bought my jeans and if the world is crashing down around us. I need you, you need me... pretend you don't and you are lying.
It takes a village to raise a child, to embrace the adult and someday to lead us to the next step, what ever you believe comes After.
Lately my village is sending a lot love my way, it is coming sprinkled like pixie dust thru the invisible lines of the internet and in the irl voices of friends. So you know who you are, my village. Thank you. I love you.
(three of these are mine, two are from my village-- so sorta mine, too)