tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345768262680598736.post7382236413578604768..comments2023-05-21T04:33:45.007-07:00Comments on ~my life as i see it~: it rained today.kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07862447137460152226noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345768262680598736.post-51133205912589146202011-10-07T08:37:42.835-07:002011-10-07T08:37:42.835-07:00I don't comment on blogs much anymore--too bus...I don't comment on blogs much anymore--too busy with kids, work, blah blah--but I had to stop and say this: that was stunning. Thank you.Petunia Facehttp://www.petuniafacedgirl.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345768262680598736.post-91170754009192890742011-10-06T15:27:59.653-07:002011-10-06T15:27:59.653-07:00Your writing on this one is just so absolutely hau...Your writing on this one is just so absolutely haunting.<br /><br />Beautiful post, Krista. As always. Your heart shines, even brighter, when it's dark out.Phoenixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07477498671080132176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345768262680598736.post-90305082075804684102011-10-06T12:50:51.152-07:002011-10-06T12:50:51.152-07:00Reading this brought tears to my eyes, but for all...Reading this brought tears to my eyes, but for all so many reasons: sorrow for the loss of your friend; fear for you (this is constant and you will experience this too) and your children out in the rain with all the accidents; the terrible LA drivers in the rain and my inability to protect you; the ability to get lost in your own city (u-turns are 2nd nature to me); and your secrets are yours to keep or share - but not usually with your Mom and that's ok. Life itself is exhausting in the best of circumstances and when a monkey wrench or the equivalent is thrown in, distress takes over. Funny you mentioned music calming you down - I spoke to my best friend this morning and while driving she started experiencing an anxiety attack - but a certain song on her cd calmed her down. Such a simple - yet valuable and important solution.<br /><br />As a parent, we worry when we don't hear from or talk to our children - yet they have their lives to live and time is a valuable commodity in this frantic workday pace. I worry all the time, but know that it is all out of my hands and that I must rely on the fact that you too are an adult with children of your own to worry about. Maybe worry should have been my middle name. <br /><br />I love you, all your secrets, emotions, words and pictures and especially your family. You, my daughter, are just the best and I thank you for picking me to be your Mom!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4345768262680598736.post-54974535353601835452011-10-06T10:33:55.998-07:002011-10-06T10:33:55.998-07:00I like that your secrets are tattooed in white, th...I like that your secrets are tattooed in white, that they are not subdermal, and that if I look hard enough, they can be my secrets too. My son called needing a ride to work. He is well past a little person to care for. There are always people to care for. That's what keeps me in my lane. That's how I find my way home. (Love Coldplay!)Wine and Wordshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06778785233226804217noreply@blogger.com