Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me, Too

...Went for a ride in a flying shoe,

'Hooray!'

'What fun!'

'It's time we flew!'

Said Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too...

As time passes and plans are made, this move becomes ever so real. I know that it is something that has to happen. We deserve it. Forrest needs it. Excitement and sadness both roll around in my chest. We have a lot to think about... a lot to consider. We have A LOT to take with us (three cats, two snakes, and a turtle to start). I don't know that there is a flying shoe large enough to pack the amount of love and memories that have grown here in this home... in this town... in this state. I love these hills and mountains with every speck of my being. The tree roots are my lifeline, my bloodline. The waters are my food. The dirt is my perfume. I think I'll be packing a vile of detrital matter with me just in case I ever get the craving for this magnificent place. I keep telling myself, "We'll be back. This will be home again, one day." Will it?

...Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too,

Over the sun and beyond the blue. '

Hold on!'

'Stay in!'

'I hope we do!'

Cried Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too

Never returned to the world they knew,

And nobody

knows what's

happened to

Dear Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too...

-Sheldon Allen Silverstein

Whatever may... will be good.