shi'ma

After two days of rest..

I ran on a slightly uncomfortable hip.

Monday nite I had designs on kicking ass at kickboxing, but my hip doth protest too much, so instead I took Son-boi for a 1 1/2 mile walk in the park.

Man, did we have a blast. I think the best part was when he said, "Grandma run.."...cause he laughed and laughed watching shi'ma haul bootie up the hill. hehe.

I miss walking in a circle with her, though our shouts were hard to hear over lil Man's plastic wheels on his car, we had some good old-fashioned Mother/daughter time. Its funny, but she truly is my best friend. I remember when I moved to KC for a year, me and her talked every day, and I am so not a phone person, but I had to hear the safety of her voice.

When I saw her when I came home for a visit, we both burst into tears, you know, those from the chest sobs that make you choke on your spit and make your face an ugly blotchy mess? yea, I get that from her too..heh.

I remember she flew up so we could take road trip to Red Earth in OKC. Dang, we talked non-stop the whole drive..and it was so fun, just us two. Even though we had a breakdown in my lil purple Neon, that was even an adventure. I was depressed for like a week after she left, and I knew, I just knew, the love I had for that Man then had no hold on me like the love I have/had for shi'ma. Period. Two months later, I came home.

She and I have our history, she held me up and I help her up. She knows me in a way that no one ever will. I know when she has a bad day, she doesn't have to say a word, or even be within 100 miles of me, I call, and I know.

She is the woman I aspire to be.

To be called a mom as great as her would be my greatest compliment.