Ode to Blogger

I wrote a post once (yesterday).

It was awesome.

It was all about my oldest bestie, Tiffany,

It had great words about Minnesota (I was just there). It talked about how it smelt like a damp lake. It talked about the scratchy sticks of brown trees that tangled the landscape. It talked about May.

I talked about Tiff and how I've known her since I was five. It talked about how she was the kind of gal that would rip someone's face off for you to protect you. I don't need that, I'm a grown adult, but I like that I have that.

I told you about all sorts of things. But when I went to post it, it disappeared. Blogger crashed for all yesterday and the blogosphere ate up all kinds of genius posts and comments. And I weary trying to remember things I've already covered. And so, I exhale. I forget. I'm not the kind of person who likes a challenge. I don't 'rise up and conquer.' I let go.

And so I won't tell you about what a lovely Mother's Day I had. How I made my own mother breakfast and she cooed to my son on the floor. I won't tell you how I haven't spent a mother's day with her in years. I won't tell you how it made me feel.

I won't tell you how I packed up my son in my mother's Malibu and drove to Blaine, Minnesota to see my oldest bestie, Tiffany. How her daughter plays soccer. How the freezing grey rain felt.

I might tell you that we went to The Old Piper Inn with her husband and two young children. How they gave away free lunches to mothers that day.

I might tell you that I fretted over my son at the table as he tried to chew slash destroy everything...

I will tell you this is one of my fave pics. Me & Tiff and our children in front of The Old Piper Inn in Blaine, Minnesota on Mother's Day.

Mother's Day 2011
Blaine, Minnesota