I thought I grew out of the flags and the
happy - clappy Jesus - is - my - boyfriend songs, that I was too wise and smart for
such sentimental things but in my maturity
now I want to shout out hallelujah and fling myself to the ground prostrate, in gratitude for dirt and little boys, for
babies and the lines around my eyes, for Johnny Cash and pine trees at dusk, for the taste of cold water and the vineyard, for the piano and the ones from among us who stand to lead us out into the day singing.
lakegirl171 i feel exactly the same way about my kids to... my second
baby girl is
such a good
happy baby and that makes my guilt even bigger, i cant even imagine what would happen if she was a colicky fussy
baby, my 2 year old in a demanding kid, but just
now she started playing with her that helps quite abit.This is a perfect example of how unfair life is... and all we can do is take great care of them and love and protect them:)