Monday, August 25, 2008

Who am I?

i am me.

i am: a daughter, sister, cousin, niece, wife, mother and friend
i think: people should try and understand each other more
i know: that my family is a priceless gift
i have: love for the people around me
i wish: all of my family lived in AZ so that my kids could see their cousins and grandparents more
i dislike: negativity and mean-spirited people
i miss: taking dance classes
i fear: that by discussing my fears that they will manifest
i feel: "with my hands" - that's for you, Grandpa and Grammy
i hear: the dishwasher
i smell: black bean mango salsa - yum!
i search: my soul for answers to questions that trouble me
i wonder: what my children will grow up to be like
i regret: signing up for a credit card in college
i love: with my whole being
i care: immensely about the people closest to me
i always: want people to be happy
i worry: about how everything will get done
i am not: a neat freak
i remember: falling in love with my husband - it changed me forever
i believe: people are truly good at heart
i dance: with my daughters often
i sing: even when Mia tells me not to
i don’t always: wish people a happy birthday when I should (and I'm not proud of it!)
i pray: that my children will grow up knowing how much I love them, that my mom will experience greater levels of peace and resolution very soon.
i argue: passionately about breastfeeding, keeping boys intact and making informed decisions about my children
i write: everyday
i win: when I stop and give my children my undivided attention
i lose: when I am too stubborn
i listen: to others when they're having a rough time
i don't understand: why people behave the way they do sometimes
i can usually be found: at work, at home, or at my mom's house with the kids
i am scared: about anything bad happening to my kids
i need: to feel loved and appreciated
i will: get this posted tonight
i forget: how early I have to wake up . . .
i am happy about: my life

i tag: kewal, melissa and anyone else reading this post!

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