yarn along the third:blue
a blue cotton scarf for the baby. he doesn’t like itchy things so this knobby cotton will be perfect. and if you notice that sunshine, well, there really isn’t a need for many wooly warm things here in sunny california.
spring is already teasing us. we’ve got doors and windows open. bare feet. and for the moment fresh squeezed lemonade has replaced warm tea and cocoa.
the gift of an ordinary day by katrina kenison.
the part of me that is raising teenagers and the part of me that is just plain burnt out can relate to this book in very many ways.
i had a good cry the night i started it.
a favorite quote:
to exist is to change,
to change is to mature,
to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly.
and then there are these words of hers-
words that are very much mine too….and maybe even yours….
i missed my old world and its funny little inhabitants, those great big personalities still housed in small sweet bodies. i missed my sons’ kissable cheeks and round bellies, their unanswerable questions, their innocent faith, their sudden tears and wild, infectious giggles, even the smell of their morning breath, when they would leap upon waking, from their own warm beds directly into ours.
i missed the person i had been for them, too-the younger, more capable mother who read aloud for hours, stuck raisin eyes into bear shaped pancakes, created knight’s armor from cardboard and duct tape.
certainly my talents didn’t seem quite so impressive anymore, my company not as desirable as it once had been…..
now head on over to ginny where talent and books abound!