Whose Bed Have Your Boots Been Under?

I heard this song by Shania Twain this morning and it reminded me of a funny story from when my son was about three or four.

Shania was singing on the radio: "Whose bed have your boots been under?" and I asked my son, "Hey! Whose bed have YOUR boots been under?"

He looked at me with a funny look and said, "I don't GOT no boots, Mom!"

We had a good laugh at that.

Now, I'm afraid to ask him that question.

Six-Word Memoir

I was tagged by Cele:

Here's how this one works:
1. Write your own six-word memoir.
2. Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like.
3. Link to the person that tagged you in your post and to this original post if possible so we can track it as it travels across the blogosphere.
4. Tag five more blogs with links.
5. And don’t forget to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play. (This last step is optional.)

To me, a memoir is something I'd want to write AFTER I've lived the majority of my life. I don't feel ready for that yet, since I feel I'm still in the middle of my journey (I hope). However, I think this six-word phrase has meaning for me now, and I hope it always will:

Life's short ~ why not enjoy it?



I'm not going to be tagging anyone specifically...I'd love to see any and all of my readers do this one.

Lovely

I was sleeping on the plane, my head leaning to the left against the window frame, when I woke to the feel of the large girl beside me leaning into me. I thought it was my imagination until I felt her do it three more times. I finally opened my eyes to see her straining to look out my window.

"The pilot said you can see northern lights out there. Do you see any?"

I looked. In front of the plane was a huge display of green shafts of glowing light splashed across the sky. The light grew and shifted and receded, sometimes shining in streaks and sometimes in waves. Soon the entire sky was full of the glowing, green light.

I marveled at the sight and thrilled that I was getting such an unhindered view of the lights from my window. There's something quite magical about northern lights. The best ones I ever saw were when I was eleven, visiting my cousins in Alaska. Gorgeous. Northern lights make me so happy.

As the plane descended through the layer of clouds above the city we were landing in, the northern lights were hidden from view. It was strange to know the sky was hiding such an awesome display of nature's beauty.

I was sad I only had the stranger beside me to share the magical experience with.