What is your motto? Or your mantra? Or the one thing that drives you every day? Do you have one?
I do, I think. I want to know yours. Do it anonymously, if you want. Just share with a sister. I think if someone were to ask me what I try to do every day it would be to make people happy. Even if it's for just one moment and even if it means I look dumb, or crack a whopping failure of a joke. To make the lives of as many other people happier. I think. It could be just to Get Rich or Die Trying. (That was a joke!)
Love to all and to all sweetest of dreams.
Quickly: I know my mom will remember him. Justin, from Byerly's in St Louis Park. The sweetest guy ever. It started ever-so-innocently, I was a wee lass. I mean, I must have been 12 or 13. Justin was probably 17 or 18? Mom? Justin was deaf, two hearning aids and had a gorgeous smile. We would wait in his line, so I could make eyes at him and he would make me blush. It must have been just a year he worked there. And we had relatively limited interaction. I don't even remember much other than smiles. But I remember him so so fondly. Of course he moved on from bagging groceries and I never saw him again. And I still think about him. Flirting with him was one of the best things about my junior high school days.