Happy Birthday, Lori

Thank you for listening to me when I need to talk or vent. Playing the devils advocate which irritates the hell out of me until I realize it is your way of being impartial, sensible, logical, and rational; thereby helping me to think things through.

Thank you for encouraging the bond of sisters. In this busy day and age we tend to forget to celebrate our closest allies.

Thank you for your hand-written letters over a period of years some time ago. Sometimes I read them and they bring back memories and a recollection of the days when people actually took the time to do that.

Thank you for your witty, sassy, plucky, soulful, frank, and fabulous personality. You always bring a chuckle to a conversation.

Thank you for being sentimental and vulnerable while managing to be strong, inspiring, outspoken, and capable.

Thank you for your memories of Mom and Dad when you were still at home and I was thousand of miles away. You knew and have shared details I would not otherwise know.

Thank you for your facebook musings that I look forward to. You are quite a talented writer. Please refer back to the witty, sassy, plucky comment above.

Thank you for your generous and beautiful spirit. Your willingness to forgive, to open your heart.

Happy Birthday Sister.

Love you,

Cathy

Hockey and Screamers

I go to my grandson's hockey games because I absolutely love to watch him play. I cheer for the team and it is hard to sit still while I watch because I get so excited. One time I had a front row seat with my camera taping as he made a goal and in my excitement the video is me screaming as the camera pans the ceiling. Ya, eye roll. Lately I find I'm a bit distracted by the screamer sitting nearby - SKATE! COME ON! WTH! GO! PASS! SKATE! OMG! Head in her hands, she can't believe what she is seeing. I mean really. To her, I say get up off your fat ass and see if you can stand on your skates for 30 seconds without falling. Because apparently you have no idea how freaking awesome these kids are. They put themselves out there every game and they go hard. And they don't always win but they are out there skating their butts off and I feel so proud of each and every one of them. To you the loud mouthed screamer? I'm sorry you find it necessary to 'inspire' them to do better with your 'encouraging' screaming. And I hope that after the game you are inspired to tell your child that you love to watch him/her play no matter who wins or looses.