One big roller coaster ride. My week.
Rises and dips and head spinning.
I'm weary and dizzy.
I'm ready to get off now. Maybe ride the carousel. Sit on one of the little benches with animals carved on the ends and go round and round - with my feet grounded. And a big stick of pink cotton candy.
Yeah, a big stick of pink cotton candy.
a little extra prodding to continue this list this week
six o'clock a.m. phone calls - and she doesn't mind
a lost glove
a found glove
the breeze coming through the screens on the windows
a new baby for our neighbor
the letter written
the final month countdown for my baby girl and her guy - the way her heart can't wait
cookies from Grandma's purse
breakfast with delicious friends
biscuits, pancakes, eggs, and laughs
a list on the kitchen counter, written in her handwriting - a wish I can't fullfill now
carpenter ants
the first t-ball practice
the way Audrey stands and waits while I can't stop the tears, the way she doesn't rush my sadness and listens with her heart
empty cool whip bowls
the last glass of tea from the pitcher
sock puppets with large googly eyes
lost Christmas ornament found
little brown baby toes that stretch wide
texts from Tammy - 33 years and counting
rainbow colored suspenders holding little carpenter's tool belt
folded towels waiting to be put away
piles of clothes waiting to be folded
sharing secrets in the ladies bathroom
Sunday School friends
My list continues . . .
a little extra prodding to continue this list this week
six o'clock a.m. phone calls - and she doesn't mind
a lost glove
a found glove
the breeze coming through the screens on the windows
a new baby for our neighbor
the letter written
the final month countdown for my baby girl and her guy - the way her heart can't wait
cookies from Grandma's purse
breakfast with delicious friends
biscuits, pancakes, eggs, and laughs
a list on the kitchen counter, written in her handwriting - a wish I can't fullfill now
carpenter ants
the first t-ball practice
the way Audrey stands and waits while I can't stop the tears, the way she doesn't rush my sadness and listens with her heart
empty cool whip bowls
the last glass of tea from the pitcher
sock puppets with large googly eyes
lost Christmas ornament found
little brown baby toes that stretch wide
texts from Tammy - 33 years and counting
rainbow colored suspenders holding little carpenter's tool belt
folded towels waiting to be put away
piles of clothes waiting to be folded
sharing secrets in the ladies bathroom
Sunday School friends
My list, #'s 555-579.
