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I am from nachos and poorly told jokes
From home-cooked meals and a comforting embrace
I am from daffodils beside the drive
Mud pies, pocketknives, imagination.
I am from wagging tails and
Sharpened claws, a comforting purr.
I am from magic, from dreams
I am from darkness and undeserved pain.
I am from an old creek bed and forest beyond
From butterfly kisses and melting chocolate

My daughter Sarah shared this poem she wrote for class... and made me cry.

Restful

This is how I spent my Labor Day weekend.
Literally.
Last week about did me in; the combination of interrupted sleep (due to baby doll pictured above), a massive migraine, and no husband to help rendered me useless.
Absolutely.
Thankfully I have the most wonderful husband in the world. He arrived home from a week of travel and took over all puppy care. He cooked, he cleaned, he folded laundry.
The man is amazing.
And all the while I napped, read, and crocheted.
And that's all.
I wish I felt ready for the week to start, but I know I'm in a much better position than if my husband had spent the weekend on his duff!