Okay, I don't want to curse it, but I'm on a roll--trying to blog every day--and I need to slow down for this post. I will actually write about it instead of laying out a bunch of collages with captions.
Most of my memories are tied to pictures. That is why pictures are so helpful. As I blog a year late, I think, "I am so glad I have these pictures; otherwise I would have totally forgotten about that event!"
The time I took this picture was a touching moment for me; I didn't want to forget it. Here you have a window into a typical day of my life, trying to do everything (hence the To Do List). My lists are never-ending. I keep lists like piles; once a pile has been properly dealt with, another has already long been formed. It's tough to keep a good perspective on lists because, at the end of the day this is how you may feel:
a) Lots of marks showing lots of accomplishment, and yet, somehow you feel like you didn't do anything
b) Not enough marks to feel productive, but I was busy ALL day long. Exhausting.
I try not to let it get me down, because without a list I'd be lost. But this is not the topic I want to focus on.
At some point during the day, when the list wasn't progressing well, when personalities had been clashing and voices had been raised, when disrespect and/or disobedience had been rampant by three certain children, and a certain baby had been demanding as babies often are...I said something to the effect of... I did not feel loved by my children. My family can tell you that I am not usually one to suffer in silence for long. Because this often results in a much-needed hug from one of them, I continue to "let it be known."
Well, at the end of the day, I found this little thought from Ellie on my To Do List. If I said it was so sweet, I'd be doing that feeling a great injustice. But I don't know how else to describe it. She meant it to comfort me, and it did (does!).