Not Keeping My Mouth Shut

Thank god for spell check, I almost posted "slut" instead of "shut" in the title.

Onward.

Because I believe that this week I may just be on the cusp of enlightenment (think my Friday date with The Dalai Lama AND Dave Matthews) and add to that the fact that I will be 35 soon and you've got a sure fire recipe for a woman who can no longer keep her mouth closed.

In preparation for Friday, I was enjoying a DVD of my beloved along with a glass of wine when my daughter bursted into the room and began dancing like a gypsy in front of me.

"Don't you just love him?" I asked her.

"Oh yeah mommy," she replied.

In the background, I can see my husband, shaking his head.

"Do you love him as much as Daddy?" He asks. What a stupid question.

She cannot answer. She just stares at his holiness jamming and twitching his feet onstage and just nods.

I say, not so quietly OR to myself, "That's my girl."

And you thought this was going to be about religion, huh?

It is.





He is my most favorite.