#tallulah edith sonnet

[tedoulula]

dinner at Sonnets' || @madilynkaya

A little over a day after their conversation, Lula went to meet up with Madi. She has made sure to finish up charting, her cases, and to do the handover at the scheduled last hour of her shift, not wanting to prolong her dinner plans. She has already changed into her everyday clothes, too, ready to go straight home.

"Madilyn?" The woman called out, finally seeing the girl near her. Her back straightened a bit more, and her head stopped moving from one side to another in search of her. Her eyes were glued to the young woman, narrowing almost like she was unsure if it was actually her. "Do you need to finish something else or should we already go to the parking lot?"

[tedoulula]

shift & meet || @carter-morris-rn

As promised, an hour after her shift ended, Tallulah was already parking near the address provided by Carter. Once her car was properly put in the park mode, she reached for her phone. She didn't even look away from the road to text. She only raised the phone to her eye level, before Lula let the other woman know that she was already there.

[tedoulula]

Happy pride month everyone!

Quick reminder to drive safely, too, since I'm posting a picture from when I dropped off some plushies for the hospital.

Besides that, if anyone needs some motherly love this month (whether you are out or not, whether your family is or is not supportive), you can find me anywhere in the department or at my home, but I'll be there for you even there with a simple call!

[tedoulula]

A moment of freedom through my daughter's eyes

[pancake--stories]

Another authorcanon I've made for my oc, Tallulah, is that she always stays at least one hour after the time she's supposed to leave. Like, here's her official schedule with the hours of her shifts/working etc., but in her mind, it's always that AND one more hour

(Don't ask me how long she'd be working as an attending without that must-exist, additional hour, I don't know)

[tedoulula]

(long post ahead)

It's been years since I was this young, and yet, I don't feel like that youth has ever left me. I continuously see it in my amasing, bright, and caring children. I see it in the love my husband shares with me every day, every night, and every other time. I can feel it in myself, when I am truly happy. I can feel it in every small way I've been aging.

The gratitude I feel because of it only grows as the years go on, and as I see more examples of life on a daily basis. It doesn't even matter to me that I am most likely oversharing in the way I would have never done in other situation. But I also see too many people fearing the future: the growing up, the aging, the death. Certainly, there are ugly, saddening or scary things about it.

In spite of that, on the day of my birthday as well as now that I am making this post, I cannot ignore the beauty of it. My family, and my wisdom are only few things that I've mentioned back, when I was journaling on the topic. My deeper sight into things I've taken so shallowly in the past seems, and seemed to me far more important.

Writing things such as the freedom that comes with owning things, with caring for people, with having experienced so many things brought all of that love towards aging to me. Many may not understand how good it feels to cook for others, in particular one's family, or how much comfort one may get from a simple conversation about things they may not understand, but that others love. I had the fortune to experience all of that, and likely many more things.

If I were to mention all the ways in which I have fallen in love with life during my process of aging, the list would have never ended. So I can only say 'thank you' to those, who have been with me by all of those years in hopes that at least some will stay for many more. Every second with you was spent in the best way it could have, purely because it was with you, and I am so glad that it happened this way.

[tedoulula]

can you be my mom too?

I could be your mom, especially if I knew who I should take care of.

[tedoulula]

(ooc: Javier Bardem's naked legs)