Crumbling teeth..

I had a dream last night that my teeth kept crumbling and falling out of my mouth. My mouth kept getting so full of teeth, that I had to keep spitting them out. I could not talk. I was with some people from work, in a van. I did not want anyone to know what was going on.

I looked up on line what crumbling teeth signafies. It says a change in your life that you have no control over, anxiety of this change and anxiety over the fact you have no control of this change and relationship.

I know what its about. My friend is leaving and I'm devistated. Life for me is going to change. And this time, I'm the one left behind.

I'm in love and I don't care who knows it!!!

Those words from Elf just keep coming to mind every time I think about the big change that has happened in my life. I'm an aunty! Who knew how much this could possibly change you.

Little Elliott Joseph DiCecca was born last Thursday, June 9, at 5:56pm at 8 pounds, 5 ounces, 22 inches long of just pure joy and chubby fat fat.

I got to visit with him again last night and just realized how amazing he is. I know, that sounds so strange, a little baby being amazing, but it's true. He is truely just pure love. I have seen such a change in my brother already, which makes me BEAM with happiness, and also my sister in law, which makes me over the top filled with joy!

It's so crazy to look at his tiny little face and see my brother's smile, dany's eyebrow fruel, and his little real person nose! not one of those weird baby noses, he has a real person nose! and of course his little elf ears.... Yeah I love them.

Of course, there is someone who is just dying for attention and having the hardest time dealing with the new baby. That is my pink skin fur baby neice Maddie Marie (same middle name as me!) DiCecca. When we visited last night, she followed us around, right at our heels. As much as I wanted to hold, snuggle, and cuddle with Elliott, I realized that poor Maddie was just the saddest. I, instead, held, snuggled and cuddled with Maddie. In fact, at one point in time, I was holding her like a baby, with her head swung over my arm, sleeping. I was COVERED in dog hair when I left the house, but I couldnt have been happier. Elliott will get many thousands of kisses and hugs from me, but Pinkie just needed some good old fashion love from the biggest dog lover of all time, me. She fills a void that was left in my heart when I was sadly ripped away from my dog out in California. That was such a tough time in my life, and I feel she can sense it, as most dogs can sense things, and she knows she fills that void too.

:sigh: anyway... I am so glad that Elliott is finally here, and I am so glad that Pinkie got some loving from me. I'm just a happy aunty all round! now if I can get them both to call me Fefe, I'll be even happier :)

Steven Spielberg's Coffee Boy

When I was younger, this is how I planned my life. I was going to be 23 when I got married, and have my first child by 25. I was either going to be a physical therapist, work with special needs kids or adults, or be a well known jewelry maker.

Fact: life does not go as planned. This always makes me think of the song by Garth Brooks, Unanswered Prayers. How many late nights as a teenager did I stay up praying for these things? And you know what, not a single one happened how or when I thought.

The other night I had a very very long, into the wee hours of the morning, talk/cry/laughing session with my husband and one of our best friends Matt. Whenever I hear of that saying, "You may not know why now, but it will come to light later" yeah, I think of this night. I have stayed friends with Matt since I was a 15 year old kid. Who knew that him and Jeff would be best friends and honestly, two of the closest guys I have ever seen together. They hug, they say I love you, they would do anything for each other. No, they aren't gay!

During this conversation we were talking about how life just leads you where you never thought, but exactly where you are supposed to be, no matter where that is. Who knew that through everything, we would end up there? Not me that's for sure. I mean honestly, Matt and I knew we would be connected some how, for however long our life here is supposed to be. There were a few times we though, should we date? But those times never panned out, but we remained steady friends, as though that was a little phase. Who knew that we were friends so that I, in some strange way, had a part in making sure my husband had a best friend here, away from his family and friends in Baltimore. Someone he is closer to than any of his friends from back home.

Jeff mentioned that he would have given anything to be just Steven Spielberg's coffee boy. Just to be close to that genius in any way possible. Well, as much as I would love to see him succeed, instead I'm so proud of him in many other ways than beinb someone else's coffee boy. He is a hard worker, a strong man, a rock in our marriage, the best friend you could ever have, a sweet lover, an attentive person, yet a sensitive, ears open boy at times. He is a comedian, an amazing cook, a go getter, everything you could possibly want in a mate, in a best friend.

I am so blessed to have both of these guys in my life. Matt, who is an answer to prays that I have had for my husband, and my husband who is an answer to prayers for myself, as selfish as those may be. Of course God had his own timing. I never did get married at 23, and I'm going to be 31 with no children yet, but His path for me has been nothing short of perfect, with all of it's bumps and hills along the way.