Showing posts with label Sixty-three words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sixty-three words. Show all posts

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Sixty-three words for Mom's...um...Birthday

Mom & Dad when they were dating.
They were high school sweethearts.
I didn't become The Luckiest Girl in the World by accident. My mom, SandiPaints , is a huge part of the reason I am that girl today. If I had access to every word in the English lexicon, they would fall desperately short of encapsulating the amazing woman that is my mother. She is the kindest, most thoughtful, genuine, loving, reliable, creative, positive, strongest person I know.


Mom and me
when we were very young.
That having been said, I'm going to give myself a limit of sixty-three words (for no particular reason whatsoever...nudge, nudge...wink, wink...) and give it a shot. It won't be enough, but a girl's gotta try, right?

Happy Birthday, Mom!  I love you.

Here's to you, Mom! Cheers!
You rock at your job!
 Mom.
Brilliant artist.
Strongest woman.
Defends family like a mother lion against all attackers.
I've seen it. I will never forget it! Ever.
Spent her twentieth anniversary in the hospital with me.
Wouldn't have been anywhere else.
Flew cross country with a cracked tailbone to be with Baby Sis as she birthed Baby Boy.
Wouldn't have missed it for the world.
Beloved.
Grandma.

Baby Sis, Baby Boy, and Grandma Sandi 
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Saturday, November 3, 2012

Sixty-three for Dad's Sixty-Third

On the occasion of my father's sixty-third birthday, I thought it only appropriate that I use sixty-three words to write about how much he has shared with me over the years.  As I frequently participate in writing challenges using only thirty-three or fifty-seven words, I thought this would be a breeze.  Boy, was I wrong!  It turns out I lack enough language in my lexicon to properly honor my Dad on His Day, but I thought I'd give it a shot anyway.
Here goes.  Sixty-three words for Dad's Sixty-third Birthday.
Happy Birthday, Daddy! I love you.
Little Me learning
the "right" way to
appreciate the classics.
"You've got to hear this song, Aim."

From Steve Earle to The Velvet Underground, The Roches to Pink Floyd, Coco Taylor to Woody Guthrie, Dad introduced me to songs that told stories, tugged heart strings, and took me to places hitherto unimagined. 

 One of the greatest gifts he's ever given me: Dad taught me that music has charms to soothe a savage beast.


Dad & me on our Carolina Road Trip 2012


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