Tenacious Tiara

My right arm is detaching from my body. At least it feels that way. I look every which way in the mirror, after stripping off my outer over-sized wool sweater, turtleneck (who came up with that silly name?) soft undershirt, and glare at my sore shoulder blade in the glass. Who convinced me to do two pilates routines BEFORE my class last night then get up at the crack of dawn (Donut was whining and running around in circles to go outside) to follow two more exercise videos. Dang, woman!

Tomorrow is Taelor’s birthday and she is already in tucked in her bunk bed, preparing for the Queen For The Day Event. Last Saturday, she was taken out for a nice dinner with a village of students. They surprised her with a cake and vigorous dancing. She snuck out with a friend later, to go to the Black Sea to inhale the salty waters, the gorgeous vista, and enchanting energy. Her absolute first Surprise Party. What a treat.

The Birthday Girl will awaken, open her card and gifts I stashed in her suitcase. She will adore them, and hopefully not instantaneously miss me. Last year, I bought her a tiara, made her wear it over lunch. She didn't seem too put-out.

Across the land, ocean and globe, I send my special mom hug and three kisses to my little girl, born on March 19, 1993 at 5:05pm.