01 June 2009
Nothing Else Matters
I might have broken two bowls and a plate last night while carrying dishes into the kitchen.
Skogen might have fallen off of my bed and bumped his head when I had to set him down to take away a pair of scissors from Maida that she had climbed on the counter and gotten.
It might be icky weather outside.
But when our mornings start like this:
Nothing else matters.
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Amen Sista!
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