simple things.

does life get any better than counting flowers?  i don't think so.  can we even begin to try and remember the simpleness of being a child?  i see so much of myself in camilla (she's the older one, who is counting of course.) most of the time she's drifting off into another land, talking to some of her imaginary friends, or singing some song that she just invented.  

i know i used to call my friend "mary" on the phone when i was little.  and i can actually remember sitting in my grandparent's kitchen, talking to the dial-tone until the operator picked up.  then i would get scared and hang up. but i can't remember the simpleness.  i can't remember that carefree joy of being a child (even though i like to pretend i still am one.   you should see the poofy dress i want to get for these weddings!)  i remember collecting little glass perfume samples, dumping out the samples, and then filling them with little fragments of flowers and pine needles with stephanie and kaitlyn.  man.  those were the DAYS.  does anyone else feel me on this one?  my friend jen is pregnant (and is going to be HUGE when i see her!!!).  jen, you are growing someone in you who will experience all of these marvelous things!  although, i think he'll be putting bugs in bottles, not flowers.  but you never know.  don't want to discriminate.

anyway, i'm reminded of the simple joys in life everyday:  like snow white and the seven dwarves.  scissors.  petting dogs.  parks.  a piece of chocolate.  sunshine.  juice.  laughing.  ESPECIALLY kids laughing.  how many steps before the queen.  twirling.  dirt.  balloons.  

and that's just to name a few.  so PLEASE, do me a favor and remind me to stop worrying about tomorrow, and what kind of job i'm going to get, and losing weight, and being tired, or OVER-SLEEPING.  and remind yourself of whatever it is you need not be stressin'.