from the land of milk and cookies.
the baby said this. referring to the promised land. and i thought it sounded so wonderfully cute.
oops. he laughed: i meant the land of milk and honey.
the idea that there is a place that actually has two of his favorite things flowing is incredible to him.
6 is a great age. it is right before the age of reason.
reasoning isn’t always good.
i was going to say something negative about teenagers and reason. but i’ll keep my mouth shut.
anyhoo…there is a chill in the air. everyone is sporting warm jammies. it’s too cold to go out with wet hair. and i feel like i need tea 12 times a day to keep warm. and i am wondering what happened to fall? did we somehow skip it? because the chill is february-ish. and i. want. fall.
so i had all sorts of grand things to share. but i am just too tired. and i have papers to grade and some juicy snail mail to read. and the baby keeps trudging up the stairs as if he hasn’t had my undivided attention all-the-day long.
spoiled rotten you say? you bet! to. the. core.
i am IMMENSELY enjoying my snail mail pals-and i rarely use CAPS-you know who you are ladies-it is so fun and relaxing. this exchange of handwritten letters and cards. and, well, just plain special to forge a bond with someone unseen. and really, unknown. yet, so kindred.
well, sisters in Christ (because that is really what we all are, right?) my dear readers and friends. i am signing off of this virtual space. again.
but i will be back soon.