We've started getting these magazines in the mail advertising Halloween costumes for kids. Alex could seriously look at them for an hour. They are great! He also decided to climb into Lauren's toy to read his book while we sat on the grass.
I believe in God. I better. He's saved me from myself more than once. I have a beautiful baby boy who we waited for a very long time. I have a feisty little girl who keeps me on my toes. I have a job I like (usually). I have great friends who are somewhat a mess, but are still grounded and have hope for the future. I have great a family who can be crazy, but always loves and supports me and would do anything for me. I have a house that I love and hate at the same time. I have a dog who is loyal, listens, protects the house, loves the kids, but barks so much at times I could strangle her. I have fat that loves me, but I don't love back. I have diabetes that wants to kill me, but I'm finally getting a handle on. I have lots of junk lying around that needs to be taken away. Sometimes I have high self esteem and a positive outlook, sometimes I'm depressed. But there is always my belief in God that gives me hope and assures me everything will be okay. At the end of the day I kiss my kids, climb into bed and everything is okay. Then I take a Melatonin and sleep.
2 comments:
give him 12 years, and a different magazine, and he'll be holding on to a totally different part of his body
Over my dead body! :)
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