more then enough
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Seventh grade Spelling Bee.
It was my winning word.
MEANING; excessive, being more then is required.
Today in preparation for my daughter's upcoming Birthday party, I made a Bingo card with 25 different, carefully selected photos from her life. These photos, each of them defining moments, I realize as I look with love and appreciation at every, unique and precious image. The task took hours and I wept like a fool at least three different times as I worked on this project. The pictures, that girl, her life, who she is, what she's meant to me, Oh Boy, or should I say... Oh Girl. My love for her is superfluous to say the least and you know that saying "least" is not possible for me, because I am - well you know, (see above)
I loved seventh grade English and I loved my seventh grade English teacher even more.
When I wrote about him, in my rather bold, short story that year; the very clean shaven, small framed, impeccably dressed, tidy, eloquent, middle aged and never married fellow - who, in my essay, conveniently and totally impossibly falls in love with his eager student - a student which resembled me in every conceivable way... I got an "A" and a comment, "You can do better".
I took it to mean that I could do better then the A.
Superfluous
Is anyone aware of defining moments as they happen or do we only understand/click into them as defining when we look back years later?
Two things come to mind -
#1) everything I do is superfluous
my love for those I love, my cooking, the gifts I give, the way I shop, the effort I make, the way I live, even the time I waste and mistakes I make are more then is required.
AND #2) Dear 7th Grade Teacher, Let me just inform you that, I did not and likely could not do better (yet).
someone teach me how to just give a little bit
anyone? anyone?
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