Tag: Birthday

My Kid Sister Isn’t a Baby Anymore

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And I honestly don’t know how I feel about that.

*Sobs uncontrollably all over these photos*
*Sobs uncontrollably all over these photos*
*Sobs uncontrollably all over these photos*

If you’ve been following this blog for a while (or my previous blog before it) or you’ve followed me on Medium, then you’ve likely read about my kid sister. Today is her 26th birthday, and it hit me like a Mack truck that my baby is no longer a baby. She’s closer to 30 now than she is to age 20, and I’m seriously in my feelings about it.

I’m wallowing in crocodile tears, mentally flipping through the memories of us as she was growing up, and reminiscing about her toddler years, and I am NOT okay. Lol!

She’s beautiful. She’s intelligent. She’s talented in so many ways. She has a love for musicality and can sing the socks off most people I know. To say that I’m proud of her is a major understatement. 

Here’s a snippet from her birthday poem:

You are the blessing I
prayed for–my dream come
true. Every day, I am
wowed by the woman you
are becoming, and I bow
before your changes.

You restore all that is
good within me, and there’s
no price for that.
I’ll never be able to repay
you, but I’ll love you until
my last breath.

I wished for a sister for so long. It was one of the things that was HIGH on my list of wants as I was growing up. To have that dream come true and my wish granted when I was 19 years old was one of the happiest moments of my life.

Bless, you are amazing, and I am so proud of the woman you have become, and I look forward to who you will be in the future. Keep shining, kiddo! I love you!

Please join me in wishing the kid a Happy Birthday, folks! 26 years on this earth is a testimony nowadays, and I am over-the-moon that she has one!

I Am More Than My Rejections

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NaPoWriMo #24 A Cinquain

My lovely birthday gift from my kid sister. I adore it, and I will cherish it for many years to come. I can’t wait to drape myself in it later on this evening! Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

I am
Who I will be
When I put my best self
Forward in everything I do
I am

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.

**The Crush and I had another conversation post-my initial video sent to her of me shooting my shot. And the follow-up discussion was so I could gain clarity on some things and understand what was being said and what was NOT being said.

Sometimes I have to have things put to me very plainly so I can process them. It is always a gamble with anyone when approaching them with some form of keen interest, it is moreso a gamble while being bisexual and approaching a woman you love and have loved for over three years, nearly four, and crushed on for close to three years.

Needless to say, we will remain friends. She has never been attracted to women outside of simple admiration for them and respect for our overall physical beauty. And the last thing we need is for us to embark on a path toward a relationship, get involved, and a dude comes along who she’s MORE interested in, and then leaves me high and dry. Not good.

I’m still proud of myself. I did a thing I never thought I would do as it relates to her and my feelings for her.

But I won’t lie. It hurts. One day, it won’t, though. And that’s life. I am who I will be when I put my best self forward, in everything I do. I am.

Something To Think About #7

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I don’t remember where I saw this quote, but I immediately saved it because it is DEFINITELY something to think about.

I will share “Something To Think About” for the next nine weeks on Sunday afternoons. It may be a quote, a picture, an interesting phrase I heard, artwork, etc. Whatever I share will surely be intriguing or involving enough to spark a casual discussion or in-depth conversation. Stay tuned every Sunday for this feature!

Also, today is Jernee Timid’s 17th birthday! The Little Monster is still here! There is not a day that goes by that I am not in awe of her. She brings me peace. She gives me joy. And to this day, she still makes me laugh. I wouldn’t trade her for anything!

Happy 17th Birthday, Jernee Timid!

Jernee Timid Loadholt stood with intention while waiting for me to begin walking again. Sunday, April 06, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.

Peace and blessings!

Happy 16th Birthday, Jernee Timid!

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Zumi Tye meeting Jernee Timid for the first time on Saturday, March 23, 2024.

Today is my favorite Chorkie’s birthday. Jernee Timid Loadholt has been a part of my life since she was one day shy of 7 weeks old. To see that she has made it to age 16 is a MILESTONE. All the dogs I have known and loved, in my life, did not make it to this age.

It’s a beautiful thing to witness my own dog reach such a long and winding path of life. She’s not feeling well today, but maybe that’ll change. Whatever she wants to do, she can.

You’re only 16 once. ❤️💜💙

HAPPY SWEET 16 JERNEE TIMID LOADHOLT!

a poem for Victoria

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on her birthday

Photo collage of Victoria (one of me sprinkled in, too). Created by Tremaine L. Loadholt. All photos taken by Victoria Georges
a poem for Victoria by Tremaine L. Loadholt

here you are; a warm welcome,
renewed spirit, confident and
secure — a peace I didn’t know
I needed.
my heart wells up with joy
at the thought of your growth — 
how amazing you are, and
the similarities sitting in
your heart — so much like your
mother but clearly your
own self.

I stand in awe of you.
I remember when you
were born, how happy
your parents were, and I
lived for the updated photos,
stories, and time spent with
my little cousin who had a
smile that could shame the sun.

so far away, always so far
away — yet near enough to
dwell in my mind — take up
space I had no problem lending.
you are a glorious, strong force
in a world of terror and pain.

you pick up everything
whenever you’re ready,
relocate to places with
half-hearted moons and
split-tongue warriors with
gray eyes.

we all live vicariously through
you — we may not say it but
we think it.
free spirit — unafraid to make
moves when moves need to
be made, and on this, your
day of birth, I want you to know
that I love you to
the full-bodied moon and
back again.

there will be pregnant pauses
for the rest of my day as I
share time with my thoughts
to appreciate your existence.
happy birthday, Victoria.
God gift you years upon
years upon years more.

©2023 Tremaine L. Loadholt

On Tuesday, February 07, 2023, my little cousin (Chrissy’s daughter) celebrated another year on this Earth, and I wrote this for her. Thank you for reading, and for listening, too. Originally published in A Cornered Gurl via Medium.