May 21, 2008


This morning was proof that the Light can come daily.

I walk toward the bathroom and my daughter runs outside, down the street & into my neighbor's house. (I found her sitting on their couch).

My oldest son runs after her, but he picks up the plastic tricycle on the way out of the yard and promply falls on his face, scraping both knees. Thus, screaming son.

My other boy grabs the garden hose and starts filling the wading pool. Then he takes bucket-fulls of water to the back yard (he says he is making a pond). Thus, wet son with mud hole in back yard.

The scary thing is that it isn't even 9 am; and surprisingly, I don't have to go anymore.

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