I was planning to go into detail about how I misplaced my girls.
How I walked, drove and ran around the city streets in search of Kika and Gabi.
I wanted to tell you how out-of-my-mind nauseous I was to have lost my two daughters due to stupidity--(my own)
And how over-the-top ecstatic I was to have recovered them safe and unharmed--despite their inadvertent foray into an area where jitney solicitations and questionable deals abound.
But since I try not to talk about what I do not want more of nor write about the reasons I am compelled to cut my own hair--
I will instead tell you that just now I took a break from writing this,
in order to 'Gorilla Glue' my broken big-toenail.
The Big Toenail is extremely important.
It sets the stage for the aesthetic appearance of the entire foot.
I broke this toenail at its quick last week while saving a friend and two little girls (one mine) from a capsizing boat that was careening towards rocks.
flapping a reminder of what my friend, ironically an amazingly powerful butterfly-er in a swimming pool said:
"damned water sports."
Now that I am home, settling into re-entry and yes, trying not to lose my family--
I've discovered that Gorilla Glue works (shout out to you, Charissa) even on toenails.
As I was resting my chin on my knee attending to 'the face of my foot' I was pondering how sometimes, life, like a toenail seems impossibly broken.
But as I file the glue-filled part of my toenail, I look over at the sound of a text coming in from Steve.
I read its encouraging words and prep my toenail for a fresh coat of nail polish and myself for more living.