MYLESTONES: Full (the good kind)

I chase these days with words, both arms waving, but they never turn around to see me scrambling after them. And I never catch up.

Just this morning, Dani said something terribly cute, and I can't remember it for the life of me. I do remember what it was Caed said at the same breakfast table. He asked me in between bites of strawberries if I could tell he was praying to God.

"Oh you are?" I said.
"Yes, and I asked Him if he really made everyone--like all the people--special."
"Did he answer you?"
"Uh huh. He said yes. I also asked him if he had a wife."
"And?"
"He said no. But I'm not sure on this one. Why doesn't God have a wife?"

Well you see, son, God in is infinite wisdom....
No, on second thought, I think I'll let Jack Handey answer that one.

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Every day this week I've intended to write, and every day this week, I've encountered something along the lines of this:

And so I bathe the dog instead of writing the blog. Priorities.

But I can't blame it completely on the dog. We might have had one or twenty other things going on this week.

Full week.
Full heart.
And though I probably can't make a
Full comeback,
Though I can't catch up to chronicle the racing days,
though they've lapped me a dozen times over,