I’m not feeling all that great day. I’ve done a lot of moaning, groaning, writhing, and crying and a lot of nothing else. A lot of just being on the couch under blankets, and a lot of wearing of sweatpants, thick socks, and a sweatshirt. I’m not looking for sympathy, just saying…..days like this are meant to be used. For what, I have no idea. I mean, God gave us these capabilities for a reason, I’m sure. The teapot makes very dreadful sounds and lets off wet stuff, too, into the air, when it boils. So maybe that’s what I am doing. I know my heart stops aching for a while after a good cry. I want to be honest and true. I”m not all susie sunshine happy meeeeee I just love every minute of life isn’t it just grand? No one is. And gosh dang it I’m going to say so on the blog.
Today, I am sick.
……..but, guess what?
A package came in the mail from Aunt Colleen with two wonderful books and a most wonderful “thinking of you” note. Yep, cried (thankful)
AND Andre, the photographer, messaged me these two photos on Facebook.
I opened them, and cried again (why is mr Seth growing so fast and oh he is so handsome and I can’t wait to give him a hug in 20 minutes when the bus finally brings him home).