I find I like to write. It is the time I am allowed to write that seems to hinder me. The things in my life that take precedence over it, such as: sleep, kids, husband, family in general, cleaning, gardening, bills, work, migraines, broken ignition on the van (repair work), and the items of life that turn our world. I think it's in those moments that am finally able to sit down and my fingers move, creating the story that before long I reread and think I wrote that? It's in those moments I write and disappear into my unfolding world, that even if no one else takes the time to read and appreciate the characters, I at least was able to journey with them and be thankful that I could leave everything behind me if for just a little while.

But I can also leave the writing behind and appreciate the people in my life that keep me grounded and loved. Like my friend Kylie. She is one of my staunchest believers and one of the first to offer a hand, or car. She, like me, has her own problems in life. So I think its safe to say we understand each other. She has a wonderful man she will be marrying, (he's in the army in Germany and soon to come home for the wedding). She deserves the happiness that is coming her way. I hope it continues. No matter how far she goes, she will be my friend. We have to, because our daughters are also bffs. And it would be a tragedy if any of us lost the other. So, dear Kylie, I will wave to you and keep the security guard from escorting you off the red carpet. I love you.