My dearest tells me that my last post sounds ominous. It's not meant to be. It's just a reminder that between dreams and reality there is work. Work that isn't always pleasant. That's true of almost ever dream I've ever had. Just 7 short years ago it was the dream of a husband and children. I wouldn't trade that dream that I'm living, but it is work in ways I never fathomed. I just want to remember that when I feel like I'm fly paper and they're the flies, or I can't keep anything very clean. Good things.
On a lighter note (truly!) Mowg told me last night: "Mom, you look like a young old lady." We decided that I was....young for an old lady and old for a young lady. Made me laugh. I thought this long hair I'm growing was supposed to make me look younger! :) I'm really only growing it so I can cut it and donate it (I couldn't stand it otherwise).