to the men who raised me, comedically
Wow, what a question! I think it might be explaining things. Is that weird? Like I get such a pure joy from finding out a way to explain something that reaches someone else. That and my baby daughter, but hers is a quiet joy that I don’t need anyone else to understand.
Love your story
Love that photo 💖 is there anything more magical ✨✨ also soak up all that poppy energy & hoping you have nothing but fun in your life for what remains the end of 2023 Lauren. Also it’s obvious now where your funny side comes from L 💖 ps. sorry I’m only catching up on your substacks now- perfect Sunday reading/listening ✨
This feels like the perfect next chapter for you. Hugs.
Your list said Cuddles and it made me giggle and give cuddles to my Cuddles 😁
I think I say this every time, but your Poppy sounds wonderful. Even though his conscious mind can't remember you, it seems like something has hung on to the feeling of you. I think it's how he knows he likes you, and how he knows to joke with you.
But wow that's a question and a half! I do have an answer though.
Just last night, I was telling Cuddles about some plans for a project, and when I stopped for a sec, she just said "I love that smile."
Obviously my response was to get embarrassed.
So she helpfully clarified "That big cheesy grin".
And of course I couldn't keep from giving her my big cheesy grin again.
I didn't know I was doing it when she made the first comment. Then I did. And I thought then how it's the grin I give to her and rarely anyone else. Because it's the one I can only wear when all of my self-conscious, paranoid, hiding self goes away for a moment and I exist solely with her, safe and happy. And those moments are rare for me. She definitely sees at least 90% of those smiles.