Yeah, I'm Proud. And? So?

So, one of my best friends from back home/baby mama's (better known as BM's) sent me a video of my God daughter saying her pledge of allegiance. Am I proud? Yes I am. Am I excited to go home? Yes, I am.

I'm cool with Philly, but I'm missing out on life back home. My youngest sister called me last week and read to me. She's 5. I was absolutely smittened, since I didn't know she could read at all. I mean, I figured she would eventually learn but geesh. I kind of started crying. Kind-of. But not really. I'm a G. (Granted, my friend negated my G'ness last time I said that by saying I was a flower.)

I'm going off on a tangent. Here's my Mira Bell making me proud:



Don't Hurt the Diva
(I got her saying that),
B