After thinking about it, I realized that to begin simply writing somewhere in the middle of my life with I.M. would would result in something that would be just a little too close to I.M.’s way of writing. You will have to pardon my sometimes indirect way of confronting issues and writing about things, but with I.M. reading these posts, and knowing how how proud he is of RV-Dreamers:):):), plus how much he struggles with his writing, I want to make sure that nothing I write could detract from his efforts. As Mama always said: Love can be expressed in many ways. Abiding love is knowing which one is right for the moment.
I.M. always says the first thing he ever noticed about me was my hair. While that may be open to some interpretation, Mama did spend hours brushing and fixing my hair when I was growing up, though it may have had more to do with my being the only girl child than my hair being so special. Needless to say, my upbringing was considerably different from I.M.’s even though our families lived only a dozen or so miles distant from each other. I say that so you can understand why as I relate my childhood, you see no references to the man with whom I have come to share my life with.
Long time readers of RV-Dreamers:):):) may recall that about a month ago I.M. posted something that I wrote about my parents. It would seem that in many ways there is a parallel between their life and my own, only in reverse. Since Papa was a teacher and Mama was, well, Mama, our home was filled with books and an unending opportunity to learn and experience everything life had to offer. Of course when you have two older brothers and are the only girl in the family, they can certainly make your life quite interesting at times, though not always to your benefit, which is something I may write about in the future. I appreciate the opportunity to share with you and look forward to our next time together.