Mommy

Mom. You are the best.

One can get a tattoo with the words 'I love you Mom', but the 

most powerful gesture of love is made by making

memories of laughter, happiness, and even sadness.

You are the best mom ever.

Tornado Warning (Story)
I was calm on Saturday evening. I was playing video games and eating chicken wings. My Dad walked in and asked me, "You like severe weather, right? There is a tornado warning, so buckle down!" I feel my heart race and I try to remember that I like stormy weather. But a tornado warning seems to be a little over the top, even for me. 

My childish instincts and emotions kick in. I go up to my rooms and collect as many stuffed animals as I can. I grab my bunnies, bears, and other assorted stuffed toys that I can't live without. I snatch up my iPod and my phone. My Mom sees me as I run all around our house. I grab a sleeping bag, a flashlight, a lot of water, and a radio. I go out to the garage and grab the cat carriers. I find each of the cats, but my Mom disapproves of this and says that the cats will panic if I put them in their carriers.

I settle down a bit and my panic decreases. Dad comes back to tell me that a tornado warning means that there MIGHT be a tornado. A tornado watch means that there WILL be a tornado. I return to my video games and continue to eat my chicken wings. So now I know what I would do if there was ever a tornado.

2022
Not the 'Big Forty'
But still an age to celebrate.
25 years. 9,125 days.
Twenty-five in 2022.
Flying cars and new movie stars.
Possibilities are endless.
I can't even begin to imagine what else will be waiting for me.
A world full of new ideas and brilliant minds.
25 years old and and still discovering how much more the world has to offer.
Maybe world peace. Sounds cheesy..I know.
But to hope for the best, well that's as high as you can get!

Twenty-five in 2022.
A new generation to continue to shape the world in every way possible.
Technology, medicine, politics, and more.
Opening my eyes to a whole new world.
I'm not going to rush to get to twenty-five.
I'll celebrate each day, as each day is special.
Starting in 2022, I'll be 25 years old. Which is 9,125 days.
But I'd like to celebrate for how old I am right now.
Not 25 in 2022. But almost 18 in 2015.

Nostalgia 
The pattering of paws 
on the glossy hardwood floor.
Autumn leaves welcoming a child 
as she goes outside.

A dad and his daughter 
flipping through an old storybook.
The comforting sound of a mom's voice 
in the darkest of times.

The splashing of waves 
the feel of salty water.
The pain of wind 
drying out eyes 
but never making them any less happy 
to be going so fast
on a boat so grand.

The smell of a garden in California with no sound 
other than the birds and the rustling of trees.
A girl waiting patiently 
as her grandma talks on the phone.

These are some things of nostalgia for me. 
These are some of my best memories.

Hating on Gibberish
The words that come out of my mouth.
They make perfect sense to me.
I say them with no hesitation.
I say them with confidence.
Yet people give me a look of disgust.
Even this is gibberish...in a way.
Now I'm just writing this to take my mind off of something.
So don't judge.
Don't hate on gibberish.

Don't Tell Anyone Cool
I like school.
Don't tell anyone cool.
I like english arts and chemistry.
I like history and maybe...
some algebra, too.
I enjoy my classes and electives.
So don't tell anyone cool
that I like school. 

Made Me Smile
Stepping off the bus.
My shoes meeting the ground once again.
Turn to the left.
Turn to the right.
I am here.

Through the doors.
Anxious to see my friends.
Always in the same place.
I know that most like my hugs.
I see more faces.

People turn and smile and wave.
Others just continue talking.
Then I see my friends.
Time for hugs!
I see more faces.

Some of my teachers.
Some of my friends.
Some of my mentors.
Some make me laugh.
None make me angry.

Stepping into the bus.
Buckling up.
Looking out the window.
My friends, and my teachers
Made me smile.