the me from today, the "what is real" covered in bits of spit-up and surrounded by words pounded into brass and tucked in for the night in flannel pajamas and overwhelmed by all that is and deciding to just relax with my husband and watch a movie and have some cake + milk at least until she wakes up me is peeking out to say this:
thank you for seeing the seventh-grade me. thank you for getting it. thank you for catching my words. thank you for noticing the mirror i am holding up. thank you for your words, your emails, your comments sharing your stories of the seventh-grade you...of the you of today. thank you for seeing me...seeing yourselves.
more soon from this corner...but for now, i just want say thank you. (big time.)