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sladkaya

the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'awww!'

Tuesday, March 29

rockin' out

this morning when i was driving to work it was snowing. it was beautiful. it didn't look like the snow was actually falling to the ground, but rather like it was suspended in the air, just hanging there, like still bugs. even though i am DEATHLY sick of snow this year and very ready for sunshine and new growth, the 5 minutes of suspended snow made my day.

that, and something else that was also going on on my way to work: my daughter was rockin' out to the rapture and whatever else was playing on my ipod. she was moving her head to the beat and had a big smile on her face. she loves music, and that makes me happy. she started dancing at quite an early age; she actually shakes her booty. she has a keen ear for rhythm. she sings, too, which floors me it's so cute. i have a confession to make: i absolutely love being a mom. i would never have guess it; i had plans, ya know. plans to live in europe, to get my doctorate, to travel, to do lots of other things besides becoming responsible for another life. but really, i couldn't have chosen a better path for myself. did i choose it? i think it chose me. and i'm glad it did.

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