So, when Chris recalled the story I recalled the moral. See you two still get along and don’t fight. Wasn’t it worth it?
Chris’s response was, “We don’t fight because we’re still scared of you, you’re crazy, mom.”Charlie nodded in agreement.
My three favorite things (note I said things not people or anything of that nature) are coffee, food and books. I love to read or write and drink coffee. If not that then I’m content being in the kitchen creating what my son Christopher refers to as art….. […]
A momentary silence was followed by, “I would rather have an alive child, than a dead right child, so if the roads are icy let the cars go.”
I have to confess a problem. Have you run into Christians that have that ethereal voice when they talk about things they consider holy? I don’t have that. If anything like that came out of my say it like it is, secondhand country mouth it would be so bogus God himself would say “oh please!”
Mile 2.5. The last song on the ipod was halfway throughand the old couple tried passing me. What? Oh no they didn’t I increased my pace. The legs were torn. Memories of long strides came to them and they wanted to run like in the old days. Then that stupid fat, like a bad boyfriend trying to stick around tried to ruin their mojo.
My youngest son Charlie has a look of pure delight when he is with his brother Chris. It is a look I have seen for fifteen years. When Charlie couldn’t walk he’d watch Chris-his eyes taking in every action. Now he is fifteen and tortuously (is that even […]