I so wanted to get this picture. My son, paragon of patience here, indulged his momma. This fun picture is my reward. I took many pictures that afternoon, some amazing, some beautiful, one in particular, practically miraculous, but this one was what I wanted, and he was a sweetheart to patiently bear it while I shot and adjusted, adjusted and shot.
Getting around to a little spring clean up with this little guy. Reminds me to enjoy the moment. What tickles your whimsy bone?
Had some fun. Gonna share.
I intend to dance in the street when I’m old…er.
I’ve got a new poem up at Catholic Lane. This one is about the laundry. I whine so much about it that I vented about the procedure, especially a little honesty about having to reset the dryer because I forget the clothes. Do you ever do that? I admit I suffer moments of homemaker angst when I acknowledge I’m not Suzy Homemaker. And then I get over it, believe me.
Anyway, there’s ultimately a little joy in the task, even if it does come at the end when I roll around in the freshly laundered towels.
You can read it here.