Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
the one where i'm waxing sentimental.
"My mind drifted to a dreamy world where the kitchen sparkled, few dishes were ever dirtied, the floor rarely needed to be swept, and cookies stayed in the jar for more than 15 minutes—where bathrooms smelled like pine forests, guest towels weren’t covered with greasy smudges, and the tub wasn’t full of assorted action figures. I pictured beds that were made, floors void of debris, and laundry that stayed in the hamper until wash day. How wonderful! Yet how sad.
No more little arms thrown around my neck or peanut butter kisses planted firmly on my mouth. No unconditional hugs despite my temper. No Dr. Seuss tongue twisters or eager anticipation as new life nudged through the soil in a paper cup. No more homemade Mother’s Day cards or valentines of red construction paper on white lace doilies. No clay toothpick holders wrapped in newspaper for Christmas. No Santa Claus, trick or treating, or the tooth fairy."
i love this and i hope you do to.
i apparently love it so much i signed up for another
5 years of window sills that will look a little like that.
and i wouldn't have it any other way.
