Monday, December 31, 2007
A Simple Joy
"The mail is here."
"I'll get the opener."
"She looks just like her mom."
"He has his dad's eyes."
"What a great family picture!"
"Another little one?!?!"
This conversation, and many like it, happen on an almost daily basis at our home during the Christmas season. We love receiving all the cards and letters from friends and family.
Many of our friends made here in our small city on the plains have moved on to other parts of our country. Often these Christmas greetings may be the only time of the year we "see" them. Unfortunately, sometimes it is also the only time of the year we touch base with them.
Last year I began adding a Christmas letter to our cards simply because I enjoy getting them from others so much. Perhaps this coming Christmas we will include a family picture - simply because I enjoy getting them from others so much.
I need to put that in my notebook. . . .
simple faith
"The mail is here."
"I'll get the opener."
"She looks just like her mom."
"He has his dad's eyes."
"What a great family picture!"
"Another little one?!?!"
This conversation, and many like it, happen on an almost daily basis at our home during the Christmas season. We love receiving all the cards and letters from friends and family.
Many of our friends made here in our small city on the plains have moved on to other parts of our country. Often these Christmas greetings may be the only time of the year we "see" them. Unfortunately, sometimes it is also the only time of the year we touch base with them.
Last year I began adding a Christmas letter to our cards simply because I enjoy getting them from others so much. Perhaps this coming Christmas we will include a family picture - simply because I enjoy getting them from others so much.
I need to put that in my notebook. . . .
simple faith
Labels: Life
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Naughty List
My 13 year old accidentally found himself on Santa's naughty list Christmas Eve morning.
While preparing to leave my mom's house, he tripped over one of my just-turned-four-year-old nephew's toys and broke it. (It was later repaired.)
My nephew immediately went and told Granddad and insisted my son be put on Santa's naughty list. He even handed the phone to Granddad and told him to call Santa.
Granddad did and my son found himself on the naughty list (at least in my nephew's eyes)!
At some point in the day he must have redeemed himself because Santa arrived on schedule to stuff his stocking.
simple faith
My 13 year old accidentally found himself on Santa's naughty list Christmas Eve morning.
While preparing to leave my mom's house, he tripped over one of my just-turned-four-year-old nephew's toys and broke it. (It was later repaired.)
My nephew immediately went and told Granddad and insisted my son be put on Santa's naughty list. He even handed the phone to Granddad and told him to call Santa.
Granddad did and my son found himself on the naughty list (at least in my nephew's eyes)!
At some point in the day he must have redeemed himself because Santa arrived on schedule to stuff his stocking.
simple faith
Labels: Boys
Monday, December 17, 2007
Old School
Old school. When I hear those words it brings to mind images of stuff from the 70's - you know, afros, high top canvas Converses, Boston - old school stuff.
Cell phone boy has an old school streak in him. He has always been a whistler. Lately he has been whistling "Candy Man" and "Sweet Caroline" (yes, Neil Diamond). If I had to describe him, I would say, "Adam Sandler at 14."
Saturday several boys were hanging at the frat house while the snow was falling outside, biding time until the winter formal. They were taking a lunch break from their search and destroy game on one of the gaming systems. I was in the kitchen also and heard the following:
Cell phone boy: "Let's go old school after lunch."
My ears perk up and my mind wants to move to imagining things like board games or Pong. But before my mind can wander it is moved to a state of shock and confusion.
"Let's play Halo 2!"
Halo 2?? Wait, didn't Halo 3 just come out this year? I'm not really up on the gaming stuff, but I know we have owned it less than six months. You are kidding me, right?
I am wise enough to say nothing. I know they don't really think I am cool (although I am), but no need in driving home the perception by pointing out what old school really is about!
Halo 2 - puuuleeeze!
simple faith
Old school. When I hear those words it brings to mind images of stuff from the 70's - you know, afros, high top canvas Converses, Boston - old school stuff.
Cell phone boy has an old school streak in him. He has always been a whistler. Lately he has been whistling "Candy Man" and "Sweet Caroline" (yes, Neil Diamond). If I had to describe him, I would say, "Adam Sandler at 14."
Saturday several boys were hanging at the frat house while the snow was falling outside, biding time until the winter formal. They were taking a lunch break from their search and destroy game on one of the gaming systems. I was in the kitchen also and heard the following:
Cell phone boy: "Let's go old school after lunch."
My ears perk up and my mind wants to move to imagining things like board games or Pong. But before my mind can wander it is moved to a state of shock and confusion.
"Let's play Halo 2!"
Halo 2?? Wait, didn't Halo 3 just come out this year? I'm not really up on the gaming stuff, but I know we have owned it less than six months. You are kidding me, right?
I am wise enough to say nothing. I know they don't really think I am cool (although I am), but no need in driving home the perception by pointing out what old school really is about!
Halo 2 - puuuleeeze!
simple faith
Labels: Boys
Sunday, December 16, 2007
The Drama of It All
Although I love many things about my small city on the plains, there are a few things that make me want to beat my head against the wall. Winter formal would be one of those latter things.
It is a tradition that began I don't know when, but continues today - a formal winter dance for the junior high students. I have dealt with this tradition from almost all sides: parent; chaperone; and president of school PTSA hosting it. I have not (AND WILL NOT) deal with it as dance chair. It just seems to add more drama to the ever so drama filled junior high years.
I will just share a bit of our story from this year - don't want to overburden you with all the drama.
Let's begin with our oldest son. He is not really big on this type of event, so my approach with him began just with one question, "Are you going to winter formal this year?" He answers affirmatively, which surprises me a bit, but I am glad he is venturing out for the occasion.
The next question is one that must be asked several times over the weeks leading up to the dance, "Are you taking anyone?" The answer to this question changes often. At first it is no. And then a friend asks him to take her. This creates some drama for reasons I will not go in to, but eventually I must ask. . . .
"Does she want us to pick her up or are you just meeting her there?"
"What color of dress is she wearing?" (Corsage/pictures - he can't fathom the need for this - just trust me.)
"Will she want to take pictures?"
He promises to find out the answers. The next time I inquire about these things - she has decided to go with her ex-boyfriend who cheated on her with 2 girls while they were dating. I assure him she has not made the best choice, but am secretely a bit thankful to not have those complications in our evening.
We manage to find some clothes and the issue of a pre-party to attend works itself out thanks to the POLO house.
Now on to the younger son. There really is no question as to whether or not he is attending. Any sort of social gathering calls to him like a moth to a flame. But I do have to ask if he is going with anyone. I am informed that his girlfriend is a Trojan. This is news to me - have not met her. I quickly adopt a "don't ask, don't tell policy". She is out of our school district and technically is not allowed to attend.
We manage to find some clothes and the issue of a pre-party to attend works itself out thanks to Pink's house.
I drop the boys off at their pre-parties and hang around at each for a bit. The one at POLO house is much more interesting as more and more 9th graders arrive - girls with heels and dresses and cleavage. While trying to snap a group shot of the 23 which were in attendance at that time, we ask Blondie try standing up straight and bending her knees as opposed to the hands on the knees bend over on the front row pose. A world of difference between 7th and 9th graders!!!!!
My oldest son was way out of his comfort zone at the pre-party and was hesitant as we dropped him and others off at the dance. My husband and I discussed this over dinner and were anxious to see how the evening went for both boys.
They were eventually dropped off at home by friends, with cell phone boy in tow. We inquire how the dance was. Our younger son's girlfriend did make an arrival there. That is how he spent his evening. We asked our older son if he had fun and THAT smile came across his face. He glanced at us, his brother, and cell phone boy then said that he danced with one girl all night. I knew the name but, didn't really know her.
"She was at POLO house." Oh my, Blondie!
Well, we sat up for a bit listening to all the stories. It was good to hear them all and know that our boys and their friends really are good kids.
The evening was filled with the perfect amount of drama (for our house anyways)!
simple faith
Although I love many things about my small city on the plains, there are a few things that make me want to beat my head against the wall. Winter formal would be one of those latter things.
It is a tradition that began I don't know when, but continues today - a formal winter dance for the junior high students. I have dealt with this tradition from almost all sides: parent; chaperone; and president of school PTSA hosting it. I have not (AND WILL NOT) deal with it as dance chair. It just seems to add more drama to the ever so drama filled junior high years.
I will just share a bit of our story from this year - don't want to overburden you with all the drama.
Let's begin with our oldest son. He is not really big on this type of event, so my approach with him began just with one question, "Are you going to winter formal this year?" He answers affirmatively, which surprises me a bit, but I am glad he is venturing out for the occasion.
The next question is one that must be asked several times over the weeks leading up to the dance, "Are you taking anyone?" The answer to this question changes often. At first it is no. And then a friend asks him to take her. This creates some drama for reasons I will not go in to, but eventually I must ask. . . .
"Does she want us to pick her up or are you just meeting her there?"
"What color of dress is she wearing?" (Corsage/pictures - he can't fathom the need for this - just trust me.)
"Will she want to take pictures?"
He promises to find out the answers. The next time I inquire about these things - she has decided to go with her ex-boyfriend who cheated on her with 2 girls while they were dating. I assure him she has not made the best choice, but am secretely a bit thankful to not have those complications in our evening.
We manage to find some clothes and the issue of a pre-party to attend works itself out thanks to the POLO house.
Now on to the younger son. There really is no question as to whether or not he is attending. Any sort of social gathering calls to him like a moth to a flame. But I do have to ask if he is going with anyone. I am informed that his girlfriend is a Trojan. This is news to me - have not met her. I quickly adopt a "don't ask, don't tell policy". She is out of our school district and technically is not allowed to attend.
We manage to find some clothes and the issue of a pre-party to attend works itself out thanks to Pink's house.
I drop the boys off at their pre-parties and hang around at each for a bit. The one at POLO house is much more interesting as more and more 9th graders arrive - girls with heels and dresses and cleavage. While trying to snap a group shot of the 23 which were in attendance at that time, we ask Blondie try standing up straight and bending her knees as opposed to the hands on the knees bend over on the front row pose. A world of difference between 7th and 9th graders!!!!!
My oldest son was way out of his comfort zone at the pre-party and was hesitant as we dropped him and others off at the dance. My husband and I discussed this over dinner and were anxious to see how the evening went for both boys.
They were eventually dropped off at home by friends, with cell phone boy in tow. We inquire how the dance was. Our younger son's girlfriend did make an arrival there. That is how he spent his evening. We asked our older son if he had fun and THAT smile came across his face. He glanced at us, his brother, and cell phone boy then said that he danced with one girl all night. I knew the name but, didn't really know her.
"She was at POLO house." Oh my, Blondie!
Well, we sat up for a bit listening to all the stories. It was good to hear them all and know that our boys and their friends really are good kids.
The evening was filled with the perfect amount of drama (for our house anyways)!
simple faith
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Checklist Afternoon
It was a checklist afternoon. You know the kind, several things to accomplish and you work your way through them as best you can.
Deliver youngest son to wrestling practice. Check.
Drop off a bill payment. Check
Help in Symphony office. Check
Mail things at Post Office. This is where I was on my list. I gather the stack of things to take care of at this stop.
Check the P.O. box. Check.
Drop letter in the "you put this in my box and it doesn't belong to me" slot. Check.
Weigh 2 letters. Check.
Drop stack of Foundation letters, Christmas cards, and bills in outgoing mail slot. Check.
Package Step-Dad's early Christmas gift to mail. Check.
Package nephew's Spider Man pjs birthday gift to mail. Check.
While standing in line with my 2 packages and one letter still in need of postage, my mind moves to my next stop - the bank. Two checks and a deposit slip. . . . .
Two checks and a deposit slip? My mind begins to race and that sinking feeling comes in my stomach.
Oh, surely not!
I mentally retrace my steps. Perhaps I left them on the kitchen counter. No, I know they were in the stack of things I left the house with. Maybe, by some chance, they are still in the van.
I decide not to unduly embarrass myself by asking the worker who helps me with my packages and letter about my quandry.
I take a quick trip to the van. As I thought, no checks or deposit slip! Crumb!!!!!
I return inside the Post Office. My friend is working the end window (thank you).
And I begin, "Um, I think I dropped some stuff in the outgoing mail box that I shouldn't have dropped."
"Really? What?"
"Um, two checks and a deposit slip."
"Were they in an envelope?"
"Um, no. They were just loose."
She flashes me that look that those of us who know her are familiar with. It is a cross between a smirk of amusement and the exasperation of "Why do they let people like this out in public."
She asks one gentleman to go through the basket (the line is long and I know she can't rescue me.) He is familiar - our boys played football together this fall. I know I have met him and had conversations with him. I can even tell you where he was raised - New Orleans - but I cannot for the life of me come up with his name or his son's name. My hopes of "connecting" with him and him taking a personal interest in helping me are fading. . . .He only gives it a minute and then insists he must get the truck out.
Truck???
I try not to whine, but am not sure I accomplished it, when I said, "But what if my stuff is in that basket that is going on the truck?"
My friend matter of factly replies, "It will come back."
Yeah right it will come back! One check has "for deposit only" on the back, but the other one is ENDORSED!!!! Needless to say, I am becoming a bit antsy.
After what seems an eternity my friend asks someone else to go through the basket. I cannot see this person around the corner.
After a minute my friend says to the person, "No, they are just loose. Two checks and a deposit slip."
Please, oh please, oh please. I do not even want to think about the conversation I will have to have with my husband if these are not found.
And then a familiar voice says my name as he rounds the corner. It is the sweet gentleman who always gave me chocolate kisses when he worked the windows. He found my stuff!
I thank them profusely.
And I leave thankful that sometimes my small city on the plains is so much like a small town!
simple faith
It was a checklist afternoon. You know the kind, several things to accomplish and you work your way through them as best you can.
Deliver youngest son to wrestling practice. Check.
Drop off a bill payment. Check
Help in Symphony office. Check
Mail things at Post Office. This is where I was on my list. I gather the stack of things to take care of at this stop.
Check the P.O. box. Check.
Drop letter in the "you put this in my box and it doesn't belong to me" slot. Check.
Weigh 2 letters. Check.
Drop stack of Foundation letters, Christmas cards, and bills in outgoing mail slot. Check.
Package Step-Dad's early Christmas gift to mail. Check.
Package nephew's Spider Man pjs birthday gift to mail. Check.
While standing in line with my 2 packages and one letter still in need of postage, my mind moves to my next stop - the bank. Two checks and a deposit slip. . . . .
Two checks and a deposit slip? My mind begins to race and that sinking feeling comes in my stomach.
Oh, surely not!
I mentally retrace my steps. Perhaps I left them on the kitchen counter. No, I know they were in the stack of things I left the house with. Maybe, by some chance, they are still in the van.
I decide not to unduly embarrass myself by asking the worker who helps me with my packages and letter about my quandry.
I take a quick trip to the van. As I thought, no checks or deposit slip! Crumb!!!!!
I return inside the Post Office. My friend is working the end window (thank you).
And I begin, "Um, I think I dropped some stuff in the outgoing mail box that I shouldn't have dropped."
"Really? What?"
"Um, two checks and a deposit slip."
"Were they in an envelope?"
"Um, no. They were just loose."
She flashes me that look that those of us who know her are familiar with. It is a cross between a smirk of amusement and the exasperation of "Why do they let people like this out in public."
She asks one gentleman to go through the basket (the line is long and I know she can't rescue me.) He is familiar - our boys played football together this fall. I know I have met him and had conversations with him. I can even tell you where he was raised - New Orleans - but I cannot for the life of me come up with his name or his son's name. My hopes of "connecting" with him and him taking a personal interest in helping me are fading. . . .He only gives it a minute and then insists he must get the truck out.
Truck???
I try not to whine, but am not sure I accomplished it, when I said, "But what if my stuff is in that basket that is going on the truck?"
My friend matter of factly replies, "It will come back."
Yeah right it will come back! One check has "for deposit only" on the back, but the other one is ENDORSED!!!! Needless to say, I am becoming a bit antsy.
After what seems an eternity my friend asks someone else to go through the basket. I cannot see this person around the corner.
After a minute my friend says to the person, "No, they are just loose. Two checks and a deposit slip."
Please, oh please, oh please. I do not even want to think about the conversation I will have to have with my husband if these are not found.
And then a familiar voice says my name as he rounds the corner. It is the sweet gentleman who always gave me chocolate kisses when he worked the windows. He found my stuff!
I thank them profusely.
And I leave thankful that sometimes my small city on the plains is so much like a small town!
simple faith
Labels: Life
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Christmas Music
I recently received one of those "Everything About Me - Christmas Edition" e-mails. You know, the one you answer all the questions with your favorite of things. I couldn't fill it out. Favorite memory? You're kidding me, right? How could I possibly choose one (or two)?
And favorite Christmas song? Well, I am a Christmas music lover. I listen to all kinds - sometimes throughout the year. So choosing a few to call my favorites would be impossible. But I thought I would share the lyrics to one that always touches my heart. The version I have is sung by Natalie Cole and is beautiful.
"My Grown Up Christmas List"
Do you remember me
I sat upon your knee
I wrote to you
With childhood fantasies
Well, I'm all grown up now
And still need help somehow
I'm not a child
But my heart still can dream
So here's my lifelong wish
My grown up christmas list
Not for myself
But for a world in need
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end
This is my grown up christmas list
As children we believed
The grandest sight to see
Was something lovely
Wrapped beneath our tree
Well heaven only knows
That packages and bows
Can never heal
A hurting human soul
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end
This is my grown up christmas list
What is this illusion called the innocence of youth
Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth
(there'd be)
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end, oh
This is my grown up christmas list
This is my only life long wish
This is my grown up christmas list
May the Prince of Peace invade your day.
simple faith
I recently received one of those "Everything About Me - Christmas Edition" e-mails. You know, the one you answer all the questions with your favorite of things. I couldn't fill it out. Favorite memory? You're kidding me, right? How could I possibly choose one (or two)?
And favorite Christmas song? Well, I am a Christmas music lover. I listen to all kinds - sometimes throughout the year. So choosing a few to call my favorites would be impossible. But I thought I would share the lyrics to one that always touches my heart. The version I have is sung by Natalie Cole and is beautiful.
"My Grown Up Christmas List"
Do you remember me
I sat upon your knee
I wrote to you
With childhood fantasies
Well, I'm all grown up now
And still need help somehow
I'm not a child
But my heart still can dream
So here's my lifelong wish
My grown up christmas list
Not for myself
But for a world in need
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end
This is my grown up christmas list
As children we believed
The grandest sight to see
Was something lovely
Wrapped beneath our tree
Well heaven only knows
That packages and bows
Can never heal
A hurting human soul
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end
This is my grown up christmas list
What is this illusion called the innocence of youth
Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth
(there'd be)
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end, oh
This is my grown up christmas list
This is my only life long wish
This is my grown up christmas list
May the Prince of Peace invade your day.
simple faith
Labels: Life
Monday, December 10, 2007
You Just Never Know
It was Saturday night and we were headed out to a party. I popped my head out the kitchen door and said to the five boys playing football in the cold and wet of my lawn which was quickly becoming a skating rink:
"I ordered pizza - the money is by the front door. Take your shoes off when you come in. Somebody is tracking mud through my house!"
They reply:
"Okay."
"It wasn't me."
"Or me!"
Sunday afternoon as we pull into the drive after church and lunch I see something on my porch railing. Two socks - frozen solid. Not even a matched pair.
Somethings are better left unknown.
simple faith
It was Saturday night and we were headed out to a party. I popped my head out the kitchen door and said to the five boys playing football in the cold and wet of my lawn which was quickly becoming a skating rink:
"I ordered pizza - the money is by the front door. Take your shoes off when you come in. Somebody is tracking mud through my house!"
They reply:
"Okay."
"It wasn't me."
"Or me!"
Sunday afternoon as we pull into the drive after church and lunch I see something on my porch railing. Two socks - frozen solid. Not even a matched pair.
Somethings are better left unknown.
simple faith
Labels: Boys
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Lighting Things Up
We are definitely not the Griswalds. In fact, we rarely put lights up outside our house. My husband claims he is the most envied man in the 'hood come January when everyone else is outside in the cold taking down their lights.
But yesterday we lit things up just a bit around our house.
It only required a few times singing this to keep us in check:
"You better watch out, you better not pout, you better not cry,
I'm telling you why - Santa Claus is coming to town."
No crying, only a little pouting, and viola! Lights - on a timer!
Now if I can just get the tree up. . .
simple faith
We are definitely not the Griswalds. In fact, we rarely put lights up outside our house. My husband claims he is the most envied man in the 'hood come January when everyone else is outside in the cold taking down their lights.
But yesterday we lit things up just a bit around our house.
It only required a few times singing this to keep us in check:
"You better watch out, you better not pout, you better not cry,
I'm telling you why - Santa Claus is coming to town."
No crying, only a little pouting, and viola! Lights - on a timer!
Now if I can just get the tree up. . .
simple faith
Labels: Life
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Christmas Notebook
Several years ago in my never ending quest to become more organized I came across www.organizedchristmas.com. The site is a great source for any organizing junkie.
Over the years I have adopted what works for me and have learned to let go of the rest (an admirable step). My house has never gone through the entire cleaning process and my freezer has never had dinner in it "for those busy holiday nights". In fact, today I sit surrounded by boxes, needing to get my cards done, and only a few gifts are purchased.
But what has worked for me from this site is the overall method of organizing for and approaching the holidays. The opening page of my notebook has the following quotes:
Expectations tend to be self-fulfilling. (anonymous)
Your life proceeds out of your intentions for it. (Neale Donald Walsch)
One of the exercises from the organizing site leads you through an evaluation of last year's Christmas. It has been an incredibly insightful tool.
I am one of those people who believe that you choose your attitude and that your attitude determines the amount of joy you experience in any situation. So, if you did not like something about your holiday season last year, choose to change it or choose to change your attitude about it. Plan to enjoy the things you participate in doing.
I have set up my notebook to cover four areas: Inspiration/Organization; Christmas Cards; Gift Ideas; and Past Gifts. It's also a great place for all your receipts to find a home.
The Past Gifts section holds master gift lists for the past years (since 2000). It is eye opening to look back and realize that I have a tendency to get some people the same gifts over and over!
The Christmas Cards section keeps the mailing list with updated addresses and copies of past cards and letters. ( I also have a tendency to choose the same type of cards on occasion.)
In a perfectly organized world I would be sitting on my sofa, eating homemade bon bons, preparing to overdose on football and holiday movies because all of my shopping, mailing, baking, cooking, planning, etc would be DONE.
But instead, I journey forward with purposefulness and a good attitude.
simple faith
Several years ago in my never ending quest to become more organized I came across www.organizedchristmas.com. The site is a great source for any organizing junkie.
Over the years I have adopted what works for me and have learned to let go of the rest (an admirable step). My house has never gone through the entire cleaning process and my freezer has never had dinner in it "for those busy holiday nights". In fact, today I sit surrounded by boxes, needing to get my cards done, and only a few gifts are purchased.
But what has worked for me from this site is the overall method of organizing for and approaching the holidays. The opening page of my notebook has the following quotes:
Expectations tend to be self-fulfilling. (anonymous)
Your life proceeds out of your intentions for it. (Neale Donald Walsch)
One of the exercises from the organizing site leads you through an evaluation of last year's Christmas. It has been an incredibly insightful tool.
I am one of those people who believe that you choose your attitude and that your attitude determines the amount of joy you experience in any situation. So, if you did not like something about your holiday season last year, choose to change it or choose to change your attitude about it. Plan to enjoy the things you participate in doing.
I have set up my notebook to cover four areas: Inspiration/Organization; Christmas Cards; Gift Ideas; and Past Gifts. It's also a great place for all your receipts to find a home.
The Past Gifts section holds master gift lists for the past years (since 2000). It is eye opening to look back and realize that I have a tendency to get some people the same gifts over and over!
The Christmas Cards section keeps the mailing list with updated addresses and copies of past cards and letters. ( I also have a tendency to choose the same type of cards on occasion.)
In a perfectly organized world I would be sitting on my sofa, eating homemade bon bons, preparing to overdose on football and holiday movies because all of my shopping, mailing, baking, cooking, planning, etc would be DONE.
But instead, I journey forward with purposefulness and a good attitude.
simple faith
Labels: Life
