Today was a friends little girl's birthday. Friend is the Caribbean Queen. She is a beautiful girl from Saint Lucia. She had the party at one of those blow-up jumpy places. XX5 was invited and XY11 wanted to go too. I called and offered to pay, but was told to go ahead and bring him. The Caribbean Queen's husband is a Marine as beautiful as she is. XY11 was very excited to meet him. My son wants to be a Marine. He is fascinated with war, history and politics. To him meeting a Soldier or a Marine is like meeting a football hero. I am very proud of him, even though it breaks my heart. I think it is something he is, not something he wants to do. The way being a writer is who I am, not what I do.
XY17 wants to be a teacher. That also makes me very proud. There is nothing that could make me prouder. XX13 says she wants to be a stay-at-home mother. Again, so proud! It stands to reason that XX5 will be a girl in a bar with tequila in holsters mixing shots in peoples mouths. Not that there's anything wrong with those girls, but still...
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