I love beach houses and farmer's markets, a warm bed in a cold room, being surprised with a Starbucks coffee, rain outside my window, acting as queen to my six silly boys, delighting in my daughter's belly laugh, learning the fear of the Lord, peanut m&m's after the kids are in bed and making my husband proud. I don't love shoes left on the landing, cooking on the weekend, hot summer nights, being the center of attention or fair-weather friends. This is my own private therapy. Welcome.
Today I taught myself a new blog trick--crossing out words. Allow me to demonstrate:
"This afternoon I am busy making pumpkin bread to bring to the hospital and stuff my face with eat daintily during the midnight nursing sessions, when there is no food available but my body is screaming for calories. It will also provide a handy snack every hour on the hour, when the nurse barges in peeks in quietly with the purpose of cramming on my stomachinterrupting our scattered sleep making sure we are all doing okay."
Pretty cool, huh? And who says an old dog can't learn new tricks?