Who remembers thinking the "BOOGEYman" was under your bed as a child? Here's my confession: I would lie in the center of my bed and cocoon all my covers tightly around me because I believed his arms couldn't reach me there.
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Who remembers thinking the "BOOGEYman" was under your bed as a child? Here's my confession: I would lie in the center of my bed and cocoon all my covers tightly around me because I believed his arms couldn't reach me there.
Pausing to take in the sweet lasting rays of the afternoon Winter sun, I hear them inviting me to come and partake of the last bits of goodness they are spilling onto this earth as the door to this day gently slides closed.
Delicious excitement cartwheels through me. Like an electric blue bolt awakening the night sky, my brain is instantly awake. Today feels like a monumental day. It feels like a day that should have balloons and bubbles. It feels like someone should shoot off a confetti cannon for me!
Silently dropping my party dress to the floor, I accept the dull, over-sized hospital gown out of his hand. A prickle of worry skitters across my Mr.'s face, like a dragonfly landing on a calm pond, I see the look of concern zip through his eyes. As quickly as it came, it went. Flashing me a quick smile, he recedes to a chair over in the corner and allows the "professionals" to take over.