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April 30, 2005

When I Get Home. . .

"When I get home, I thought, Iíll tap dance for Sidda and Little Shep and Lulu and Baylor and feed them peanut butter and bananas and we will talk about summer. We will talk about Spring Creek, where the sun beats down so hot on the pine needles that when you step on them they release a fragrance so pungent that you want to pick them up off the earth and tuck them inside your clothes, just to bring that piney smell in closer to yourself. I will roll on the clean rug with my babies and tickle their backs, and I will tell them stories about sailing through raging storms in a boat I built myself. We will play Columbus and journey together to worlds unknown. When I get home, I will dump that G-d- Ford sedan. By hook or crook, Iíll have a new Thunderbird. When I get home, I will hug my four babies. I will hug the man I have married. I will do my best to give thanks for gifts, strangely, beautifully, painfully wrapped."

From Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood by Rebecca Wells
Chapter 25, when Vivi comes home and embraces her life.

Reposted, just because I want to read it today.


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I love that book. I also love the movie! Now you've made me want to read it again!

Posted by: mrs Darling at April 30, 2005 02:15 PM

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