Message in a Bottle (go back »)

Waaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Imagine never knowing how much you could love that sound. That is where I find myself these days. Braden has become a talker of infantile dialects. Lots of squeeks, gufaws, yelps of glee and pure, adorable baby screams. Yelps is probably the best word for it. I just came home from a great day at work and I am thinking about the title of this entry for a couple of reasons. Cannot wait to see The Police (FINALLY) in a few weeks. I am also thinking about Braden's sunrise smile when I feed him. And finally, I am overly invested in the new highlites of Lizzie's consulting company ( which she self started) and now has her traveling from China to Miami in less than two weeks. I guess the news is out that she is back. Some people never miss a step in life. And in business, Lizzie is always one step ahead. I am proud and slighty in awe of how quick her services are being snapped up. I guess if I had one "message in a bottle" I would float it out to my Granny. And let her know how GREAT everything turned out. How right she was that I would meet the love of my life. That as her "little brown eyes"--I would make it and would always have her watching over me. My brother was much closer to my Gramps--whom I adored and admired from afar. But my Granny was and still is my hero. And actually best friend. I trust that does not sound weird given she has been passed for over 10 years at this point. But there is not a day that goes by that I do not think of her. In fact when I was getting my headaches, I would think of her and the beach. Just would think of her soul. The light. And I would start to feel better. I do the same thing on airplanes. I think of her. When she passed, I remember not being able to give the eulogy at the funeral. I wrote the whole thing--about 5 pages.....but I had my brother read it for me. And he did a great job. Oddly enough I never regretted not giving the eulogy. It was at a time when I was not "loving" public speaking. In fact , I was hating it. So I did what was best. Instead of worrying about the "speaking" part, I poured my energy and nerves, passion and deepest thoughts into that speech. I remember many of my Mom's friends asking for a copy later. I knew it was good. But that was special stuff. The idea that my words would have an effect--wherein, someone would want to curl up in a chair later and re-discover my granny through them. So I guess, 5 months in with a new baby....3 years in a with my best friend Lizzie who also doubles as my wife.....I think about messages. And bottles. (diapers too!). But tonight--which is NOT sometimeinthemoring....I think about my Granny--and how when she passed, we each took on a piece of her. And that mosaic still makes our extended family tick. I guess what I am most proud of is that I delivered the final message in a bottle to her. And, I wasn't even the one who gave it. There is a lesson in that. Sometimes its better to write the script than worry about your line delivery. So......Back to Braden. My newest little hero--the greatest yelper of all time. And I believe my Granny's "message in a bottle" to me from the house upstairs. :)