walking down the stairs in the house, I take a deep breath and start dinner. Blithe plays with his toys in the playpin and I check on him before yawning and turning the stove on.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I watch Blithe play while glancing over the job listings in the paper. As horrible as I might be at something, someone has to provide. Finding none, I sigh and set it down. I head into the kitchen and wrap my arms around Halee from behind.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Someday, everything is going to go right for you, and it will be so wonderful you won't even know what to do. — Hannelore Ellicott-Chatham, Questionable Content