I just wanted to write that title because I'm tired of seeing the title of the last post.
I had poetry running through my mind today but I didn't take the time to write.
Poetry means there is a crack in my flow.
And rhyming starts. Deep heavy stuff, where smiles aren't a part.
It's spring break for the older ones, but the preschool boy came home with this great musical toy.
They jammed together and made my house feel child-joy.
I've been sorting all kinds of old momentos.
I won this when I was about 16.
You know the stage in my life where swinging was fast country dancing :).
I assured my husband I would not post this award on our walls for guests to see.
While perusing the memory books I found some written gems!
P.S. Watch Instagram for photo evidence that my memoirs are complete :).