Monday, August 04, 2008


I'm experiencing something that is quite puzzling to me. Whenever I speak to my children, it is both glorious and painful. The glory comes from being able to talk to my beautiful little girls, and the pain comes from not having seen them on that day. I feel like a bee that dips into each flowering life for just a little bit, enough to draw from it, but not to drink deeply from it. Alas, until I have a car, my ability to spend time with them is limited.

The good news is that I will have a car very soon, at which time, I'll also be visiting them as often as I possibly can. I see a lot of weekends spent camping, fishing, going to museums, and going to the zoo.

*fingers crossed*



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