I knew a wagie ride with my uncooperative crew would be difficult, to say the least. But there was no way I wasn't going to participate in honoring Tuesday and her family. So I sat down with my box of old photos to search for anything with a wagon in it. Before long, my little Mr. Beans climbed up on the bed with me and started thumbing through our boxful of memories. To be all of 12, he didn't recognize too much of what we were looking at. So I began to tell him the stories behind the pictures. The memories that I hold so dear. It was a rare moment of that elusive 'quality time' that we all need to recharge our hearts and feed our souls.
Anyway, a simple but heartfelt prayer is in my heart for Tuesday and her family, and I thank them for showing us what pure, unfiltered love looks like.
My typical day? Two steps forward, eight steps, a couple of knock-downs, and maybe a nervous breakdown or two, back. Feel free to grab a front row seat as I wrangle pets, subdue teens, and torture a very tolerant husband.