Wrestling night

[dearbellamy]

There is certain things that only grandmothers make best, and otherwise those things just sound unappealing or gross... Like strawberry jello with fruit in it, or broccoli rabbi. I always miss little things.

I miss how excited billy would get about the smallest things, like paying bills online, or cat accessories.

I miss how you and I would have fun doing everything, how I felt like you found the universes brightest star in my eyes, and they would reflect back into your own.

I miss lazy days at my old next door neighbor maegan house, making hula skirts for our fingers out of strawberry leafs. I remember all the weird made up games we would play.

I miss my alone time I never gave myself enough of it, I never thought to try..