Saturday, November 15, 2008
I love that no matter how much I want to, I can't do much of anything. I love that I can sleep for hours and that I have no schedule. I love that my neighbor makes me soup with chicken and potatoes--I love that I can still drink coffee. I love that I have a friend who washes my dishes everyday, and that my mother brings me fragrant white roses. I love that David delivers magazines and peppermints--and I love that my daughter strokes my hair that hasn't been washed in 4 days and whispers, "You have such pretty eyes, Momma."