My Cindi

My tribute to Cindi is as it was when we spoke, not just these pages, but a song which linked us. I have been a Matchbox 20 fan for 12 years, thus the other "twenty", and Rob's song, "Now Comes The Night", said what I truely felt about the person I called my best friend. I e-m'd her the words, so at least I know that she knew she would never be forgotten. If you never listen to another MB20 or Rob Thomas song, please listen to this, the words are beautiful, but the total effect is beyond words.

"Now Comest The Night"
by Rob Thomas

When the hour is upon us
And our beauty surely gone
No you will not be forgotten
No you will not be alone

And when the day has all but ended
And our echo starts to fade
No you will not be alone then
And you will not be afraid
No you will not be afraid

When the fog has finally lifted
From my cold and tired brow
No I will not leave you crying
And I will not let you down
No I will not let you down
I will not let you down

Now comes the night
Feel it fading away
And the soul underneath
Is it all that remains
So jus slide over here
Leave your fear in the fray
Let us hold to each other
Till the end of our days

p.s. I finally cried- we were driving to the grocery store and 'the other Tony' knew I was down, so he put a mix cd of ours in.

My song to him for over 10 years has been, "Iris", by the Goo-Goo Dolls. Then came the chorus, and my realization that she was one that I wanted to know who I am.

The chorus-

And I don't want the world to see me,

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand,

In a world that's made to be broken,

I just want you to know who I am.

Let us help you share 'your Cindi' stories!

The Virus From Southern Cindi:

Before I was a Mom I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.

I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.

I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom- I had never been puked on.

Pooped on.

Chewed on.

Peed on.

I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.

I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.

Or give shots.

I never looked into teary eyes and cried.

I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.

I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put them down.

I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.

I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.

I never knew that I could love someone so much.

I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom- I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.

I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.

I didn't know the bond between a mother and her child.

I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.

Before I was a Mom- I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.

I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment, or the satisfaction of being a Mom.

I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom.

Send this to someone who you think is a special Mom. I just did!

Prettiest Moms on my Friends list!
Once you have been hit, you have to hit 15 pretty Moms.
If you get hit again, You will know you are REALLY pretty!
So hit 15 pretty moms on your friends list to let them know
they are pretty!

Note from the Wabbit:

Pretty? Let's talk beauty. My mother, The Goddess, the one who checked us for bites, and never failed to put calamine on every itch we claimed we had. A woman I cussed because of her choices, only to find that those choices were a part of learning, and that, I too, would make some of those unwise decisions. To my Sister, The Viral Valedictorian, who has never failed to amaze me, even when I was jealous. And, to Cindi, you are the only link to myself and what people should strive to be. You made me realize that there are good people outside in the wild world of the web! Your letters inspire me to go on, create, and explore.
You are roses in a world of weeds.

Seeing20twenty

Racing in focus!