If Kathryn and I would have been sisters or even identical twins it wouldn 't have made us any closer than we are today. This friendship has set some standards for all my other friendships. Kathryn is family. But no she really is, she 's my cousin. And ever since we were babies, we have been together. Birthdays, holidays, vacations, even down to doctors visits- you name it, Kathryn is always with me.
As a child I was very fortunate to have a family like my own; my parents were truly happy and wholly in love. I was incredibly close with my siblings and still am today despite our little fights. Along with being close to my siblings my father and I had a great relationship; most people who knew me would have considered me a “daddy’s girl”. Growing up my father was remarkably proud of my grades and who I was becoming as a person. Oftentimes he would brag about me to anyone who listened.
so I hugged him back. He asked me if he could pick me up in the morning. So i said yes and walked inside up to my room, got in my pajamas and went to bed. The next morning I got dressed, I put on a black tink top, a jean jacket, jeans, with boots. I went down stairs and when I got to the bottom I see my Daddy and Georgia (my biological mother, that left after I was born).”
We left Alan behind, at home, sleeping. Has any of you out there ever “driven through the forest” like we are doing? These are narrow, temporary roads, often too subtle to be perceived, swallowed up eventually by the “temperate rainforest,” too many quotation marks in a world that feels too strange. It seems to me that this son of mine collects guns, I did not ask, I wasn’t ready to discuss the answer, plus I don’t know a thing about firearms or calibers to n=engage in a conversation.
Today is it. Today is the day I propose to the love of my life. All my friends say it isn 't right for the woman to propose to the man but I honestly can 't sit around waiting for him to ask me. Anyway, I know he 'll say yes so why not just go for it? This might mean that we 'll finally move in together, as him living in Boston and me living in L.A isn 't exactly ideal for us. That 's 2,984 miles! I was thinking of planning something really extravagant for the proposal but I think I will just do it the second he gets off his plane. His name is Liam, by the way, and we met four years ago when I was visiting family in Boston. This is a cliché, but it was honestly love at first sight. We 've tried to see each other as much as possible during these four years, but it 's never enough and I feel like now is really the best time for us to take a committed step forward in our relationship. I 'm actually astounded it has taken me so long to pop the question, as I was completely enthralled by
I 'm so proud to be your mother and so proud of the woman you 've become. Thanks for bringing Marc into our family, and Charlotte and Aidan into the world. And Bill, that conversation we started in the law library 45 years ago is still going strong. It 's lasted through good times that filled us with joy, and hard times that tested us.
I lay on my bed, tears rolling down my face looking at an old photo of my mom, my dad knocks on the door and enters the room, “Are you ok?” he asks looking at the tears rolling down my cheeks, “You miss her don’t you?” I nodded my head “I do too son I think about her