This is what I've decided...I think that everyone needs someone who makes them feel like a rockstar. While I have many friends whom I love and whom love me, the one person that always makes me feel like a rockstar is only two:
I think that the fact that she's only two is why she makes me feel like a rockstar. She is not inhibited in anyway and she makes it very clear how she feels. For example: Today I was in Sandy all day and I decided to go by that zoo because I missed the zoo keeper and all the animals. When I walked through that door, Roxie greeted me like I might be Ed McMan with a big million dollar check. The only person that might have been more excited was the dog. His excitement, however, is not my favorite as it involves loud barking. To be fair, the Monkey and the Zebra are always excellent squeelers of joy when I come. I guess the only difference is that Rox is just the most persistent in her exuberence. With her, the happiness doesn't stop after I come through the door. Pretty much anytime she or I leave the room and come back into the room, even if it is only 2 minutes later, I think she forgets I'm there, so when she realizes I'm there, she acts like she hasn't seen me for months. Today I went into the bathroom to change my clothes from my heels and skirt and she stood outside the door talking to me and telling me stories until I came out. Lest you believe that the good times are over once I've been there a few minutes, Rox promptly leaps into my arms and there she stays (mostly). Even if she wanders away, she always manages to find her way back to my lap after a few minutes. You can probably guess how much I hate that. My favorite today was when I went and ran some errands with all of the zoo. Any time we got out of the car, she insisted that I hold her hand. Anyone else was welcome to hold the other hand, but I had to be attached to at least one of her tiny arms. How do you not feel like a rockstar with that kind of treatment, I ask you? Even when I don't think I'm all that great, Rox does and sometimes that's enough.
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I'm telling you, I am jealous. When someone lights up when you come into the room it is a better tonic than chocolate. You are lucky. And worthy, too. I light up when I see your name in my comment box.
You forgot to say how she begged you to come on our errands with us and how, although she is a serious mama's girl, she would hold her mama's hand ONLY if you were holding the other hand. A rockstar, indeed. (Ashton says it should be ROX-star.)
And if you would like, I will stand outside the bathroom and tell you stories, too from now on.
Oh, wait, you did say about the holding hands, just not the mama's girl.
I think you are a rockstar too but I am more shy about it. That is what 33 extra years will do to you, I guess. But if you would like, while little Jessica is standing outside the bathroom door telling you stuff, I could waggle my fingers under the door and say "I can see your feet" People love when I do that. Just ask my Mom.
Plus also, thanks for blogging.
I'm pretty sure that if you got to know my kids at all you'd have two more peeps who make you feel like a rock star. You're pretty awesome.
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