Woke up this morning with a jet plane crashed into my head.
At least that's what it felt like.
I rolled over, tucked the blankets under my chin and willed the world to go away.
Head, face, neck aching, I moaned to my hubby, "I'm not weeeeelllll..."
A kid elbowed me in the spine. Another kid kneed me in the stomach.
How do these kids find their way into our bed every morning?
Bless my Man. That guy I love.
Him, I am grateful for.
He booted those bony kids out of our bed and shut the door on the world for me.
While he breakfasted them, chased them into clothes, jackets, boots.
Scraped together lunch boxes from empty cupboards and drove off into the rain with them.
Leaving me with tea and toast. And Panadol.
So now I am sitting here warm and dry.
Thanking Heaven for a man like that.
And that's all I have to say on this rainy cold wind-ridden day.
Loving That Man. Grateful for That Man.
Blessed and lucky am I, to have one such as He.
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{Photos snapped the other night; a glorious sunset}
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