a friend is adopting a baby, so I am giddy in the morning.
I drink too many cups of coffee because it’s cold, so I disrupt the natural order of my belly.
I wait impatiently on the Lord.
I remember that isn’t actually the way that saying is supposed to go.
the fire place makes me think of Christmas.
my phone erupts with good conversation from friends I have never met with my face.
I wait too long to go to the bathroom, and for a minute or two, I know exactly where Bob Wiley is coming from.
an entire day seems too long to wait for news. Any news.
I remember Miracle Max and his very wise words, “You rush a miracle, you get rotten miracles.”
my belly thinks we are a hobbit and wants to eat two of each meal, plus tea. Only by tea I mean coffee.
I wish Veteran’s Day was every day.
I don’t want to go back to work.
I want to hole up with my husband and kids and work on Christmas decorations and cook together and watch movies and snuggle.
I can’t always get what I want.