I am WAY too involved…

I can’t believe how mentally/emotionally exhausted I am!

And it has nothing to do with me and my life.

One of my fav bloggers is Katie from Roses are Red, Violets are Violet and she is in the middle of adopting a little boy.  She has been writing about this for days now…meeting with the birth parents, shopping for little things, praying to God that the mother still goes through with it, etc. 

Well, yesterday Jacob was born.  Today is the day that the birthparents sign over parental rights to Katie and her family.  It’s so stinkin’ nerve-wracking!  Even through the emotional up and down roller-coaster of adopting she has always maintained that she wants God’s will in the outcome.

Please go on over to Katie’s and spill some love on her blog.  This will be a long 24-hours for her while she waits to hear if the birthparents have signed the papers or not.  Even after they sign, she still has to wait 14 days to actually have their son in hand.

I can’t even imagine…. 

Boyfriend Bob

That’s right…when I was 3-4 yrs old my imaginary friend’s name was Boyfriend Bob.  He always let me ride my catepillar inch-worm rider first.  He was the best boyfriend ever!

I remembered Boyfriend Bob the other day when I overheard Gremlin talking to all his “friends”.  It sounds like he had a whole herd of ’em in his room. 

OldMan had 2 very faithful friends:  Boy (who was a boy…shocker) and Kid (who was a girl).  Boy and Kid were great companions for OldMan up through Kindergarten.  I ended up having the conversation with him about moving on from his dear friends.

Gremlin’s been playing with his friends for about 6 months now.  He has so many I had to sit down with him and write it all down:

Big kid (boy)
T.D. (girl)
T.D. Bo-bah (boy)
Bo-Bay (girl)
Gi-bah (boy, but he’s at school.  He’s also 255 yrs old and irritates people.)

Apparently, he requires a crowd.  I asked him, “Are you sure about their gender?”

“Yep…that’s what they look like.”

Oh.  Right.  Sure. 

As goofy as those names are, he never changes them and is quite adament about who is who (or whom is whom…HELLO!…I live in the Ozarks.)

Apparently I was much more simple-minded when it came to my imaginary friend.  There was only one.  He was loyal, thought the stars hung in my eyes, and treated me like a lady.  And it took me over 20 years to find another like that.  Except he’s not imaginary!

So I’m curious, who was your imaginary friend?

WW – Ghost dog

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