Herein lies my completely chaotic postings about the delights and delirium of family living: Steve, Sarahbeth, and our three little Spazettes. I write about anything that spills out of my brain, so it's not always that interesting. Also note: If you require complete sentences from your authors, this isn't the blog for you. If you're still here after all the disclaimers, welcome to our little section of the world. It's a great place to live and be.
Friday, May 1, 2009
A nice thought
Jack said to me today (whispered into my ear like a secret):
"Remember that time my balloon flew away? I think it flew over to a poor child who doesn't have toys. When he was playing outside, the balloon flew right into his hands."