tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27431115.post1777585108119739018..comments2023-07-24T08:34:31.959-07:00Comments on Fields of Heather: A Break Away From MyselfUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27431115.post-51084320326744560812007-01-08T10:38:00.000-08:002007-01-08T10:38:00.000-08:00Ahh, such delightful images! And the frustration...Ahh, such delightful images! And the frustration behind them. I remember it well. Look forward, sweetie - you've got a lot of fun ahead. The soft sweetness of sleeping baby breaths, raucous giggles and clowning around, figuring out how to explain why the sky is blue or why we have 5 fingers and not 7 or 3.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27431115.post-28425978224302636742007-01-08T09:32:00.000-08:002007-01-08T09:32:00.000-08:00Not to worry - you will be back to doing all those...Not to worry - you will be back to doing all those things before you know it. And instead of kisses to an imaginary audience, you can blow kisses to a darling little boy!!!Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03836215891806148229noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27431115.post-35763428109166308482007-01-08T08:40:00.000-08:002007-01-08T08:40:00.000-08:00Here I was thinking I was the only one who put on ...Here I was thinking I was the only one who put on a dress and blew kisses at an imaginary audience. When I was younger I would put on the spandex and sing to an imaginary audience ... like I was Lita Ford or something ....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com