Musings
There lay the most wonderful gift I could ever have imagined, far better than any nosh or stickers or even a lolly
Musings
The braid is immortalized behind the glass protecting the mounds of articles left behind by oh, so, so many. Way too many
Musings
My husband, wide-eyed, can’t believe how I get it all done, and I just smile and bask in his pride
Musings
I still have so much to learn, so many basic facts left to garner until I can be a Real Mother
Musings
Don’t mistake me. I enjoy seeing new places and different cultures. I just can’t stand the means of getting there
Musings
You may look back on the year and wonder, what difference did I make? Whose life did I touch? And will anyone remember?
