now isn’t that a clever title? that caught your eye, didn’t it?
i have nothing but totally random thoughts swimming thru my tired head right now.
tonight as i read stories to the little people in my life they fell asleep and as i lay there i was in awe of their beautiful eyelashes. perfect pink cheeks. and sweet faces. i kept wanting to kiss them. but out of fear of waking them i didn’t. instead i just stared. and thanked the Creator Who fashioned those wonderful human beings i am blessed enough to take care of.
little people are so special. and the time we have with them passes by so quickly.
this silly little pillow is my only recent sewing accomplishment.
i haven’t had a lot of free time lately and i am a tiny bit resentful of that. but then after reading the story of the “saint of the day” i felt so rotten for feeling resentful.
teeth knocked out. burnt alive. geesh. martyrdom is not something for the faint of heart. that’s for sure.
but then again, isn’t that what this motherhood thing sort of is anyway? a martyrdom of sorts. dying to self.
i should’ve stuck with just hi. i know.
i’ll go to bed.
but not before i say that i have been getting some really weird spam.
would you post a comment made by someone called another whacko? even if they said God bless you?