They die hard.
Still haven’t had a cigarette. Went through some major withdrawal attacks this weekend but Morgan was there to cheer me on… and I made it. This is hard though. I miss them already. Those evil little cancer sticks. I’m not sure if I can do this. I’m just not. But I know I don’t really have a choice. Live or die, baby. It’s that simple.
Aside from daydreaming about taking drags from my toxic friends this weekend was incredible.
Morgan and Lucca drove up from Kentucky on Friday night and by Saturday morning it felt like they’d been here forever. She and I are so alike in so many ways, but so different as well. She’s an eternal romantic while I’m a bit of a jaded cynic who protects my heart to a fault (sometimes). But while I know nothing about true love I do know quite a bit about achieving financial independence. So we swapped stories.
She coached me in the ways of love (which I swallowed as best I could) and I gave her pointers on how to “make it” – man or not. [Read Morgan's version of the weekend here - and see many more photos].
And as for our little guys – they hit it off instantly.
Turns out Benjamin and Lucca could be twins. They are little clones of each other – down to their wild party spirits, penchant for making their mommies laugh, mini tantrums, stubborn dispositions and even their kamikaze acrobatics. They’re little voices even sound the same. I was shocked. Still am.
Photos: [Top photo: Morgan, Lucca and Benjamin in the alley on the way to the coffee shop; Second photo: by Morgan Siler of me, Lucca and Benjamin in my kitchen. See more pictures from the weekend on her Flickr account]