seen here ranting on the evils of baby pockets, fortified with bourbon and encouraged (discouraged?) by friends who have seen/heard this diatribe on many occasion. Alas, there are always a few baby pocket virgins in the crowd.
And oh, how we've come to this happy place.
Or do I begin with the every-five-year reunion my parents hold with their MCC (Mennonite Central Committee) unit (1970-1972) in Cincinnati, OH. We are fortunate to live only an hour south, so it's a quick jaunt up to socialize with this fine group of human beings.
And spend some unstructured time with each other
Perhaps I begin with this little girl who is rapidly becoming not so little.
We may fail at times. We may not get it all in, or get it done right, or eat a balanced meal or quite reach our goals. Maybe we forget our vitamins or have a bad day or run short on patience and long on selfishness. But what a blessed life. A blessed life indeed.