I'm spending a lot of time lately worrying about things that either aren't going to happen or are so unlikely to happen that there is no use worrying about them.
I do this. It's sort of my thing.
But really, I've been busy. I made a pretty backsplash for my kitchen and got that up on Saturday proving to myself, maybe for one of the first times and maybe again, that I actually CAN do some stuff. I went to see The Miracle on Saturday night and yes, I cried. My house is clean, my kitchen is stocked, and I am ready.
Ready for what, I don't know. But I'm ready.
On the drive home Friday night the children and I were talking about the gym that we had just left and how important it is to exercise. I said something about how I still had a long way to go, but I was going to get there.
The girl child smiled her dimpled smile and said, "That's what I love about you mom. You never give up!"
And how could I? If you had that in your life would you give up on anything ever?