TruMama

Sometimes things are just a bit freaky. I have to stop, in awe of you, and wonder just what is happening.

I feel like I’m putting the pieces together of an elaborate puzzle that I will never finish, but the thrill of it keeps me going.

Back story:  

When you were 2 years old I bought you Jenga. We played, and still play, all the time. You love it! But you never, ever called it Jenga. You always called it Jenga Boom! That’s just what you said. Every time. “Mama, let’s play Jenga Boom.”

Fast forward:

Imagine my surprise when I was walking the aisles at Target this past December looking for Christmas gifts and saw this. Jenga Boom!

Whoomp! (There it is)

I stopped in my tracks. I literally thought I was seeing things. I read the box at least 3 times. Picked it up and looked even closer. I had the craziest feeling that I still can’t explain, but I knew I had to buy it. I mean, I think you created it. Somehow the universe is eavesdropping on our lives and getting ideas. Somehow your thoughts and creativity are strangely becoming a reality!

You make up lots of stuff. All the time. I’m starting to get a little nervous!!

I love you too much!