Well, I have entered the world of blogging. Some say it is therapeutic, putting your thoughts on paper. We'll see. There are other things that are therapeutic to me like the feel of my daughter's skin against mine, or the smell of her hair when I am rocking her to sleep, the rhythmic sound of my husband's breathing has he sleeps next to me, or the random sentence prayers I lift up to God throughout the day. Saturday mornings are therapeutic, we get up, my husband makes coffee, we open all the blinds and let the sun light our living room. I make pancakes, and we usually watch playhouse disney... it doesn't get any better than that! My daughter, we'll call her Cinderlla, is two, and never ceases to amaze me. She tells you what her favorite cartoons are, her favorite foods, her favorite books - hey maybe she should be the blogger - she even tells which direction she wants you to drive in. It is nothing less than pure joy to just have the day with her.
Jennifer, Wow, this was the sweetest post I think I have ever read. I'm almost in tears!
ReplyDeleteYou are so right, nothing is more perfect, sweet, or special!
Keep blogging, you are great with words!