Let me break this down for you. From the time our children are born and turn 18, there are 940 Saturdays. Think about that. 940 Saturdays. Once our kids reach high school, there’s a mere 200 Saturdays left.
I am chasing a dream, a dream that is bigger than I am qualified for. When the dream of becoming a writer was placed on my heart over three years ago, I put my lifelong learner qualities into action of reading and writing on a daily basis. Through a crazy social media connection, I am blogging for CapitalMOM.
What goes up, must come down. It’s physics. The presents are unwrapped, the decorations are gone and Stuart the Elf went back to the North Pole.
Just this past week, a patient said to me, “Well, my pain is worse when it’s cold, so I’ll just get through the winter and see how my pain is when it’s warmer. I think it will be better.”
This year, I got a tremendous surprise. I opened a small gift bag and the card said my birthday gift was outside the garage. I went out the door and saw a big red wooden box labeled “Little Free Library.”