I've been feeling the bug to write but didn't feel the pull of anything as momentous as a birth or intriguing as cheer drama, so I knew this morning I had some stuff to say and maybe give the people sitting around something to read. But again, I was blocked, until Hope.
I capitalize Hope because it is, after all, the ominous bitch that waves her beauty in your face, just before she makes it ugly. And sometimes it's bad ugly... But here's the thing about Hope, for as often as she reminds us that we should know better, she brings people together, creates moments in time and every so often, gives the beauty away. We can't help but Hope, it can be solely what drives a person. I know it has for me.
This beautiful morning, when I was awake at 5 am, I Hoped for my friends safe arrivals in Tulsa, Hoped for great practices, Hoped my cheesecake turned out, Hoped our BFF's and homies from home all make their mains and finish strong, Hoped for another super-awesome-majorly-fun year, Hoped my cheesecake turned out and Hoped we continue to stay blessed to know so many great people and eat Yianni's food. Dawn's too of course.
So anyway, my point is, even though I'm not having another epic Thanksgiving Grands style, hanging out with my Cuzzo or showing off my super cute baby, I Hope that we can be there next year and I Hope my wifi and feed work. And that I don't wake the baby when I start SCREAMING at the tv.
Makit it a Grand Thanksgiving and Hang onto Hope friends; because her beauty sure looks great 7 feet tall. 😉🙏🚲🏆
One more thing: I miss my Cuzzo.