chronicle of my journey through my matriarch years - love , work, dreams, frustrations, poems, paradoxes
Monday, April 19, 2010
I wish it weren't past bedtime wiht an early work day tomorrow. So much I want to write. Let it suffice for now that I am at great peace with the comfort and love in my life - so sweet to wake with Bob this morning, have him arrange to take me to the bus station, be picked up by Ruth and Liam upon arrival and to have liam delightedly sign "turtle" after seeing the turtles on my shawl, to come home then to the house smelling of Chris' pot roast, to take Liam for a short walk while his parents leveled two more beams on the new deck. I just feel amazingly blessed. This is the stuff that counts.
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It definitely is a wonderful feeling to feel so blessed, Victoria. Savor the feeling.
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