The question is not what you look at, but what you see. –Henry David Thoreau Project {in the picture}.
Running Chatter
Running Chatter
A record of the incessant and trivial chatter running through my head.
 I have a moment. A moment of silence. A moment to sit, reflect, and hear my own thoughts. Typically, I come to this space in the late night hours after foreheads have been kissed a final goodnight and darkness settles over our house. However, at this moment, the sun is casting its brilliant rays through […]     Monday afternoon Chad and his Dad loaded Charlie and Chanelle into the car and headed to one of the most exciting events of the year. . . The Cleveland Auto Show. (Your heart rate just increased, didn’t it?) Unfortunately (she writes sarcastically), since Meadow is a bit young to go, I had to skip the […]
 It wasn’t on purpose. I didn’t mean to do it. Really, if you don’t know you are lying can it really be called a lie? I think maybe it was more like ignorance. I just didn’t know. I was oblivious. I mean, if boiling an egg without water didn’t clue me in, and sending my […]
 To get all there is out of living, we must employ our time wisely, never being in too much of a hurry to stop and sip life, but never losing our sense of the enormous value of a minute.” — Robert Updegraff Of all the lessons life has thrown my way, one ranks above the […]
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Pretty eyes.
beautiful!!!
Gentle eyes!! Just like I remember them.
LOVE!
(That last comment was supposed to be from Dri.)