Traditional Joys
Her Random Epiphany
Cinnamon Sugar
Giggles for the day. My daughter wrote me this morning after my Happy St. Patrick’s Day note to she and her brother.
“Momma, you have cinnamon and sugar hair. That’s the best combo.”
Happy Belated 51st Birthday to me! (Grays and all)
My 50th birthday is here. I’ve a hard time believing it, but I’ve accepted its arrival. There isn’t much I need, rarely anything, but as birthdays do, they often introduce the question, and so I ponder the idea tonight.
Still nothing.
After a week in D.C. and time to breathe, I’ve come to the realization I need nothing, and for this, I am eternally grateful.
What I want is something entirely different. Those around me can not give me this this I want, so much more goes into it.
*** This This
This this I want isn’t found, it’s given.
This this I want isn’t fair, it’s surprising.
This this I want isn’t impractical, it’s the opposite of.
This this I want isn’t mine, and I’ve gotten used to this…
This this I want isn’t close, but it’s out there somewhere.
Daughters are loved
Birthdays never go backwards
Year Forty-seven
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 