Worry for today. Fear for tomorrow. Something with which to fill my time. In the above box is where I find myself – too often. I fall into that pit. And I stay there. I wallow there. ~~~ He woke up sweetly. Drinking his milk, he climbed into my bed and wrapped his sun-tanned
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As I lowered my foot onto the running board of the truck, I noticed a 3.5-foot blond waiting below with his hand outstretched toward mine. Can I give you a hand, Mommy?” he politely asked. I looked at his father; that’s where he learned it. I watch that same boy dart around the house in a Batman