I am told time and time again that I should have been a writer, although there has been no formal training. I love to write---well, just like running, I love/hate writing. As many would-be writers, I get tripped up by syntax and my own imperfections to ever really be an effective writer. But every now and again I have something to say. And then I write.
This morning, at exactly 0537, on 9/25/2014 at 19th and J Street in Tacoma, WA, a little angel introduced herself to the world. She made her entrance in the usual way, except she executed it flawlessly, and seemingly without effort. She descended with a little assistance from her mother (and her excellent Marmie, but mostly with the help of her mum), and at first she looked like a walnut, then a Shar Pei (but a teeny tiny, perfect Shar Pei), and then she emerged a Princess. Not just any old Princess, like The Duchess of York, or whatever is over there in Britain. No. This one is The Princess Of The Universe.
Mind you, I have no bias here. I am unbiased and only sharing this with you as one with uncommon experience. Ok. Ok, well, I only have a lifetime of experience as a mother and this is my first as a GrandMarmie, but still. You need to trust me on this one. This little bean is a true, authentic, full-blooded princess.
She has already made it well known that she loves her Marmie's stories. And her kisses. I mean, come on!! As soon as my story began, ("There once was a man who traversed into the woods….") she immediately responded with her eyebrows raised and a look that said, "MORE, Marmie!! More!!!") And when I kissed her sweet little (and I mean little!!) cheeks or her precious forehead, she turns to me and practically begs for more. (yes, well, it might LOOK like rooting, but that is just her subtle way of asking for more!). She has made it clear. She wants more stories and more kisses. In fact, she wants at least 3 stories a day, and no less than 1,000 kisses. She has made this pretty clear.
Listen. Every now and then you get a gift: One that is so insanely outrageous that you have to step back and say, "what the heck is this?? is this a miracle or what?" Every now and then you get a fresh start, maybe to a new and unparalleled experience. When that happens you just run with it and learn to fly. I do believe this is so with this little Princess. Priceless Princess Emberly Nicole of ….. of….. of The Pacific Northwest, Of the Universe. Little Ember, thank you for arriving!! We look forward to your reign!
Long may she reign!!
