The day started earlier than I had hoped, with less sleep than I needed to precede it. And the whining has begun already – before the coffee, before the centering – before even the thought of centering. And she is eating Halloween candy before 9am and he is diaper-only because of spilled milk and the coffee is lukewarm and half full. And Doc McStuffins commands more respect than I do so she will probably make an appearance before too long. So these little people are a lot. And sometimes they are too much. But when I chance-glanced the cheap and pretty little journal I designated for my 1,000 Gifts Challenge…
A fundamentalist turned freedom chaser with an obnoxiously stubborn faith.