Some houses try to hide the fact that children shelter there, Ours boasts of it quite openly, the signs are everywhere, For smears are on the windows, little smudges on the door, I should apologize I guess for toys strewn on the floor, But I sat down with the children, and we played and laughed and read, And if the windows do not shine, their eyes will shine instead, And when at times I'm forced to choose the one job or the other, I want to be a housewife, but first I'll be a mother.
Who We Are
I am first a Christian, then wife, then mother, then friend. I write this blog for my children and our family so no matter the miles between loved ones, we're only a click away.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
7/2/09 - I was born under a wandring star...
Nobody ever accused me of letting dust settle under my feet...
I got to chew on my taggie while Momma packed for Mt. Rushmore. Not sure if we'll be able to post while we're gone, so you might have to wait until Sunday for the next update.
Momma couldn't resist the Paint Your Wagon reference.
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