I was excited to participate with all of Casey’s lovely other friends.
There was to be a super secret mission to Indy to watch movies, clean fridges, watch Mooshes, and have a wonderful time with my dear friend. Life, however, had other plans.
As much as Casey said she missed me, she was happier that we kept our plaque to ourselves, so I decided to just post my love for Casey on April 4th. Again, life had other plans.
I could say that I overdue on this post so that Miss Mozzi wouldn’t be overdue for dear Casey.
I could say that but I would probably be lying and lying isn’t nice.
I could say that I didn’t want to post because I have yet to send MIss Mozzi her prezzie from her auntie Domestic Extraordinaire, but it has been done for quite sometime.
I truly hope that she loves vintage green and not so square baby blankets.
What?!!? Casey can read italics? Why didn’t she tell me? Isn’t that some special skill like reading hieroglyphics? And she’s still reading now?
Okay, well Casey act surprised.
Casey gets me. She understands this weight I wear that we call depression. So often I find myself nodding along with her posts, knowing those feelings, yet not knowing them at all.
She gave me confidence to wear red lipstick and rock it! To wear pretty dresses and love how pretty they make me feel. To embrace who I, no matter what state my mind is in. She also helped me to keep my mid-western status even though I microwave my corn on the cob.
I am over the moon excited for her and her new little one. I am sure that she will be one of the most loved babies north of the Mason Dixon Line.
Someday soon, when life permits, I will come and visit you & your newest bundle of joy, Casey. You can show me around Indy, I can finally know the joy of Lush bath bombs, and we will watch When Harry met Sally and shove our faces full of your tasty tasty cake (because I hear it’s amazing)
photo credit Mishelle Lane