It's been a happy July Fourth. I went to the White family reunion with my mother. It was the first reunion she has been to without my dear dad- and they had been to them all, even hosting them from 1977-1997. It was not as hard as she thought it would be. That is probably because she had prepared herself for it. As had I. Mental preparation is often underrated. It is invaluable, in my opinion. That's probably my personality type speaking . . . which, of course, is me, myself, and I.
So what do you do when a family member gets a pierce that, well, you would never, not in a million years, get yourself? You congratulate yourself that said family member has her own mind, and she doesn't have to have yours! Then you congratulate yourself that you can sincerely write that last sentence. Seriously though, the pierce is not horrible. It's just not ME. But then, that is the beauty and wonder of it all. She is not me!! She is she. . . . and I trust her to know what she's doing. She seems to. . . and she's brilliant (usually).