Peace & Love: Transfer Those Files.

Early this morning as I lay awake I pondered on what to do with our old computer sitting in the corner of that living room. It's been sitting there for 18 years. That computer. That computer I once blogged from. I sat sipping coffee from. I had tears fall in that little corner. My story. Our story. Sharing parts of our life in that corner. That little 12 X 12 screen. A window to my left, and a window to my right. Mostly, the comfort of the home I raised my birdies in.

Blogging some early mornings as the rain fell, and they'd both be home tucked into their rooms. Or late into the night with a kitty sitting atop the desk I blogged from. My strength in motherhood attached to that living room. The wisdom I gained from that corner.

Writing.

Yearning.

Learning.

Living.

Dreaming.

Fast forward, and this old computer still sits. Dusty. Old. But full.

So full.

Full of memories.

Good memories.

People in our lives for a reason, and people whom left for good reason.

I sat and stared.

I deleted and purged.

I cried.

I laughed.

I took pictures of pictures to send to girlfriends.

One of which we laughed together, because we thought we were outta shape back then, and then you look at pictures and say..."oh shit, I looked pretty good"-

I deleted memories of things that don't matter now.

Kitties I fell hard for, and hurt for too.

Memories we made as a "unique" family.

Memories of my birdies walking through milestones.

Proms.

Getting their licenses.

New girlfriends.

Teachers I adored.

Soccer teams and the parents I still hold close to my heart.

Banners I made by hand. The memories of me lugging that banner with a little baby girl and brother that did NOT want to play soccer because "it hurt his legsssszzzz"- He'd much rather be chasing butterflies out on that field.

And yet I still hauled that rebar, banner, PVC pipe, huge Lisa bag, baby Kali, and alllll the treats.

Don't get me started on the cute ribbons and bows for their hair. LOLZ-

Memories.

Chapters closed.

Here's a few that made the cut.

This here is a mom that would stalk her daughter in Seal Beach Jr. Lifeguards to get shots I knew I'd hold dear to my heart someday.

And I do.

Pictured here as she's soon to be tossed into the ocean off a running boat, to soon get the biggest enema of her life, and although she didn't know I was on the pier stalking her, when she got back to shore and had to sit in the sand waiting for me to "come back" because she felt like she had to shit her suit- #sometimesstalkingmomsaregood.

A favorite game played by our family. Mostly my aunt Lynda who LOVES musical chairs. These pictures make me miss family time. Adding regret to lost time of visits that I should make.

I loved that dress. Wondering, like always where it went. Don't miss the glasses, but miss the dress.

I love my lover.

The night my oldest birdie moved out. The tender age of 18. When trying to bring home different flavors each week wasn't working out for mom, so he worked hard, saved, and got himself an apartment.

And then added this little scrawny dude to that said apartment. Buckie Stahl.

Could chew up a box of Q-Tips faster than an 8 hour day could close down. No one said being left behind in an apartment would be fair. He certainly didn't think so.