yikes.

Last night my feelings got hurt, and in the wee hours of the morning I posted a vent-blog about it.
It wasn't even about me. It was just hating on everyone else for being self-centered.
I'm really praying that no one read it before I was able to delete it.
The sad thing is that it brought out how self-centered I truly am.
And I had indulged the "what about me" attitude that I claim to hate.

It's been deleted.

I am no longer scared about my trip to Italy and then Germany.
I couldn't be more happy about getting out of Atlanta for a while.
As it turns out, there are fewer and fewer people that I will miss.
The people who express the most consistent care for me range in the ages of 5 months to about 9 years of age.
They are the ones who I will wish I could talk to.
They tend to be more transparent with their feelings than the rest of us.

kiddos.

Yesterday my friend Jen Reardon informed me that her son told her that he missed me. I live approximately 6 houses down from them. I walked over to see them and he told me that he does in fact miss me, and that he loves me.

Margo and Matt Yoder brought their daughter Anna to childcare on Sunday. When Anna got to the door and saw another girl there instead of me, she drew back because she "didn't want a different Katie".

This morning I woke up with my cell phone against my ear (as I sometimes do) and found myself on the receiving end of a phone call from Tara Campbell. She called to tell me that her daughter Kate was in the car singing "I love Katie Culp I love Katie Culp I love Katie Culp".




This is my whole life, and I'm happier for it.