Nightswimming...

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
Turned around backwards so the windshield shows.
Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse.
Still, it's so much clearer.
I forgot my shirt at the water's edge.
The moon is low tonight.

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
I'm not sure all these people understand.
It's not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
Of recklessness and water.
They cannot see me naked.
These things, they go away,
Replaced by everyday.
Nightswimming, remembering that night.

September's coming soon.
I'm pining for the moon.
And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit
Around the fairest sun?

That bright, tight forever drum
Could not describe nightswimming.
You, I thought I knew you.
You I cannot judge.
You, I thought you knew me,
This one laughing quietly underneath my breath.

Nightswimming.
The photograph reflects,
Every streetlight a reminder.
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night.

-R.E.M

Me, too...

I'm still so fragile, too.

Why does it still hurt so much?
Why?

Thanks, Mom...

For:

1) My new carpeting, entertainment center, window treatments, etc!
2) Coming to the parade with us to show the children the proper way to scream "CANDY!!!"
3) Reminding me that the block party is coming
4) Letting me ramble about school at random times
5) Getting me cool books that are exactly what I need for encouragement
6) Being so proud of me, even when I feel like I have no idea what I am doing
7) Teaching me the sheer joy of the clearance rack
8) Laughing with me until we cry
9) Crying with me until we laugh
10) Squeezing me out of your body 27 years ago, give or take a few hours...

I love you oodles.

Tommy, thanks for letting me have a Todd Hollandsworth jersey, even if it makes me cry. He might be a Brave now, but he is still the "Fun Cub" to me. Besides, studies show that 60% of the time it works every time. Lub.