when i was 10 my mom had my little brother. he was so new i wasn't totally used to the idea that he was real. i remember being so excited to come home from school just to hold him and hang out with him...

i felt the same way about our dog boo 18 months later...

and now...

and now...

i have this new little toy... a little less human or puppy like... but it is still new and exciting like a baby or a puppy... it isn't a settled and expected part of my life yet... like it felt different and strange not to ride my bike to work today... and when i wake up tomorrow i will have to remind myself that i really do have this new little toy....

i was able to run away for "lunch" to see a friend... felt the same excitement i used to feel skipping highschool... i had a subaru and i would use the four wheel drive to break free - - driving over some small hill to escape the parking lot - and the watchful eye of the campus police... the four wheel drive usage was unnecessary, but when else was i going to use it in houston?

during a case staff meeting everyone congratulated me... it was almost as if i had given birth or won an award or something... when it was time to leave a few co-workers rode it around the parking lot... and another co-worker just happened to have cup-cakes to share... it was fun... someone asked... when are we going to have another scooter and cup-cake party?...

fun.
fun.

i try to act cool on my new toy... like its totally normal for me... but i know i have a really silly smile as i scoot around town...

no matter the stresses around me right now... there is still a large amount of room reserved for the excitement... i am sure it will fade... and... for now it is unbelievably fun...

p.s. i would like to thank my mother... without her help this new toy would still be a far off hoped for something something...