Anna was sharpening her crayons with a pencil sharpener, because let's be honest, dull crayons just don't cut it. Alas, she knicked the side of her finger. Panic rose upon seeing her own blood, so I sent Olivia upstairs to get a band-aid. Anna called out frantically, "Hurry, Olivia! It's leaking! It's leeeeaking!"
Once there was a store in Georgia. It is no more, but how I wish it was. I likened going in there to treasure hunting. One never knew what was going to be in there, and you had to dig through and wade through all the "other people's treasures" to find your own. I once found a set of blue and white teacups and saucers from England. I found lace handkerchiefs, a rocking chair, and an end table. But by far the best find was my kitchen table. I had stopped by one day while the kids were taking horseback lessons and the then little ones were asleep. The store was not open, but I went up to the window to see if anything new was there. And it was there. The table. And six chairs too! We were in need of a bigger table with Jack on the way. My mom had offered to give us her old one, which I was going to accept if I didn't find something I liked better. I didn't want anyone else to even see the table because I knew it was supposed to be ours, but one can never tell abo...
I am travelling, back to Maui and Joey's memorial place outside my window. Feeling that I don't want to feel it all again, but it's a flood that can't be held back very easily. I loved catching up with you this morning. I love your simple little stories of motherhood. It's a privilege, isn't it. You are such a beautiful mother, Jenny. Blessings on you all today.
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