A Willow Deeply Scarred

It took me awhile to finish this post..."A willow deeply scarred, somebody's broken heart, and a washed out dream."- MJ, Man in the Mirror

WORST

If you have ever took a ride with me in the car, been given a mix CD, attended any party that I threw, heard my ringtone, saw the inside of my high school locker... than you heard, saw and felt the magic of MJ.

I consider my love for Michael Jackson part of my personality.  So when I looked at my BB and saw a message from Natalie "OMG poor MJ" my heart dropped to my stomach.  As I watched the CNN coverage of the UCLA Medical Center, and could hear the helicopters flying nearby, I realized how much I took MJ's presence for granted.  He has always been apart of my life, my culture and I never dreamed that he would be gone.

His immortal range of creativity and talent made him feel, well...immortal.

That day I watched the news for 6 hours and since then the only other day I watched the news for that long was the coverage for Michael Jackson's memorial.  I thought my heart couldn't feel any heavier than the day he died, but I was wrong.  My splintered heart completely broke in half as I watched the tears of a little girl who just lost her father fall onto the shoulders of her comforting family on national TV.  MJ was always a figure of soul, rock, and moves, but that day I realized he was also a father...a parent.  The loss of his life was felt by the world, but for his children their father is their world.

On June 25th...when the news was finally over and fans were standing vigilant at memorial sights all over the world...I rocked Babyhead to sleep and sang "Man in the Mirror" softly and sweetly. Taking in the power of the lyrics and replaying the many times over my life I sang my heart out with MJ, every "Uh," "Ow," and "you know it."

All I can say is I love you Michael...rest in peace, I will miss you.

Just a little gem I came across and decided to share.  This photo is from the Wheat Ridge High School 1999 Talent Show where I lead a group of girls to an MJ inspired dance routine to "Smooth Criminal."  Complete with black fedoras, smoke, laser lights, and even a few pyrotechnics on the final "Ow!" of the routine.  Yes, that is a young CB on the far right, hand in the air like ya just don't care.  And yes I was that serious about my tribute to MJ dance. I was living the dream of a little girl who watched her "Michael Jackson Moonwalker" video 382 times.

Surf City

WORST

Eli loves this show called "On Surfari." It is a documentary style show about a couple (who now have two kids) and travel the world to find surf breaks.  They are two of the coolest people I have ever seen, especially since both of their babies have been born and raised in this see-the-world-and-surf lifestyle.  The couple amerce themselves in the local culture in between surf sessions so you get to learn about different places and people.  

Recently they visited a place called the Popoyo Surf Lodge in Los Salinas, Nicaragua.  We were watching the episode and Eli said "I'm going to go there."  Several weeks later after much more research Eli and his best friend from college were on a plane with their surfboards to Managua.

But he was gone for 5 days and Babyhead and I missed him terribly.  So even though I couldn't be happier for him that he was able surf his heart out and experience a new country...it makes the Worst list because 3 isn't a crowd in our house.

BEST

Luckily Eli returned from his trip in time for us to celebrate our second ever Father's Day. Of course he wanted to spend it eating pancakes and playing in the ocean.  Especially since he found Tavian a baby wet suit which has been his dream for his son since Babyhead was in the womb.  

With tummies full of pancakes we headed to the beach, pulled on our wet suits (yesss I finally fit back into mine...yahoo!) and got our feet wet.  Really just our feet, despite the wet suit Babyhead is not quite used to the ocean yet...it was more about wearing them all together!

Eli's parents, Fran and Henry joined us at the beach. Fran bought the two fathers "Dad's' Sodas"  and my gift was a home made chocolate cake.  Edible gifts are the best!!

Wet suit on and ready...

Eli experimented with Tavian on the boogie board.  His mission if for Babyhead to catch a wave before the age of 2. God help me!

A well deserved nap on the way home.  Tavian usually rests his hands behind his head when he is in his car seat...hilarious.