tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18249261.post7277212311676640880..comments2023-09-05T08:21:34.405-04:00Comments on Dharma's Universe: Scents of the PastDharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287211332036241240noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18249261.post-40292491467651654132007-04-26T19:09:00.000-04:002007-04-26T19:09:00.000-04:00Aww, what a sweet post. Glad you had some nice nos...Aww, what a sweet post. Glad you had some nice nostalgic reflections. I'm glad you could give him snuggles in the morning. He did, indeed, find me at 2AM and I had a very nice last snuggle with him.<BR/><BR/>And--I had to get up at 4:15 because R picked me up at 4:30, bless her heart! Thanks for ferrying G-man to school that day.Jenniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03231116607977696313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18249261.post-28227889833581890202007-04-21T02:16:00.000-04:002007-04-21T02:16:00.000-04:00i drive past a nearby elementary school most morni...i drive past a nearby elementary school most mornings. since i am usually still sleepy, usually i'm concentrating on controlling my speed lest i hit any kidlets. but if i am feeling particularly alert, i get quite the fit of nostalgia and fuzzies when i see aforementioned kidlets running carefree with their shiny lunchboxes and pigtails. <BR/><BR/>and then i remember that i really like being an adult, and that when i was a kid, i couldn't wait until i was older and be allowed to have my own money, make my own life, etc. <BR/><BR/>so then i feel happy that i am just driving my own car and making my way in the world. but also happy for the kids who are happy enough to run free. it's hard (well, rare) to be that un-self-conscious when you're an adult.heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14001112563860771497noreply@blogger.com