• “A dead thing can go with the stream, but only a living thing can go against it.” – G.K. Chesterton, The Everlasting Man, 1925

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Saturday says 3/52

A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.

George Eliot

Friday, January 16, 2015

Tuesday-Thursday 2/52

I do apologize for the lack of posts this week. My work schedule has been quite full and I have come home quite tired. Last night we had a mini-party for P's birthday. He insisted we invite my sister and her family over, then promptly disappeared after he ate his ice cream cake. He seems happy with his birthday gift from me. I got him an ipod. He's finally discovering music and I helped him get an email account and I love that he randomly email's me with questions. I think he likes having that sort of access to me. And it saves him from having to actually come speak to me, ha.

I do have a post planned for Friday, but I may not be able to post it till tomorrow. Because it's arriving in the mail today and I don't know when I shall be home today. I am hopefully going out to dinner with a friend. I found a real life kpop friend, so she and I are going to have korean barbecue. ah, fangirl life.

So that's me this week. M is feeling better, but still not acting completely nice, he got spoiled while he was sick and he wants that to last forever. I can't blame him, but I am tired of breaking up fights between him and P.

anyways. I hope you are all having a lovely week. I can smell my coffee has brewed and I have much to do before I wake the children. So long for now.

Monday, January 12, 2015

Monday Muse 2/52

Son

too much
I remember the touch
of your tiny hand
holding my breast
a bottle you gripped
and the pull of milk
the heavy ponderous
weight when you would cry
and I can still feel the ache
of need and want

I used to lean over your crib
to watch you breathe
a different sort of ache
until I handed you
over to God because
He is a better mother than I.

Now we look eye
to eye and you
need a different sort
of sustenance from me






Today is my oldest child's 14th birthday. I do not know where the years have gone. Happy Birthday, my dear Doodle. I am so proud of you and so glad to be your mother.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Saturday Says 2/52

“I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.” 
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods

Friday, January 9, 2015

It's Friday, I'm in love 2/52

I love little random trinkets and charms. They make me smile and think happy thoughts.