A Week of Love {Day Three}
by Theresa Garcia Robertson
I love my parents.
All of them.
The two that got me to planet earth. The two who carried me from Upatoi to the Springer on a regular basis and allowed me to be the brunette in the blonde/red headed crowd. The one who made the Springer my other home. The ones that lived across the pasture. The ones I call aunts and uncles. The ones who live on Wildwood Avenue. The ones who have nurtured me and grown me into the person that I am today.
To be clear, I am most grateful for the ones who made me. (Don’t get all jealous, Mom…I am grateful for all the hours of labor that it took to get me here. You are my favorite mother).
But, I love the others too.
Believe me, it took a village to get me raised. (Can I get an “amen”?)
And here I am. Raised. Mostly. Making my own mistakes. Burning my own thanksgiving turkey. Cleaning my own house and washing my own clothes (and my husband’s. Sometimes). Making car payments. Holding a job. I mean, I have health insurance. That’s pretty “raised” if you ask me.
I love you all for making sure I was a responsible, well-adjusted, polite, well-rounded, human being.
and we all LOVE you too!!!!
You are much loved here at 8000-11 Midland Rd. as well!!!!