Are you supposed to write hashtag or just #.
Hip, I am not.
When I started this blog Lolo was 15 and just about to make me nutty. Nuttier. Luckily, that only lasted a few years and she’s currently one of my most favorite humans. She turns the big 2 8 today which feels surreal since I was just hashtag 2 8 a few weeks ago.
She is good to the core with a kind and giving heart. Lovely inside and out with an amazing smile and eyes that can light up a room. Her quick wit and amazing intelligence always blow this Mama away.
She was the toddler that drove me mad with her high energy; oh how I was not prepared for that.
She was the little girl who loved to collect/play with bugs, pick up random objects, (bottle caps, rocks, screws) place them in her pocket so I could later find them in the dryer.
She was a pro travel softball player (5yrs-20yrs) and we’ve been to (just about) every softball field in the state of Florida and then some.
As much as she loved being outside getting dirty, she also loved doing her nails, wearing dresses and fussing with her hair.
Some of her past pets were a snake and a few lizards and she’s obsessed with her husky Mattis and of course her SuperMutt Max Max. She can’t pass up a dog or cat that she doesn’t think is the cutest thing ever with her vocal: Awwwww. Never mind if that critter has one eye, half a leg, covered in mange, foaming at the mouth ready to eat you, she will say: Awwwww it’s so cute…..
She’s the perfect anomaly of girlie and strong.
She’s just perfect in every way.
She has a big milestone this year: marriage. And she thinks law enforcement takes patience and wit?
Do you have any sage 28th-year or almost married advice for her? She and Linds are avid readers of this ole blog and enjoy all of your comments.
Happy birthday Lolo!