Today's mantra was "I surrender to Hope." I don't really know what this means, but it sounded right this morning when I opened my window to purple bulbs, next to green grass, in front of snow-covered mountains, under a clear blue sky, holding a bright yellow sun. And in the background the singing of birds, and the echos of kids. Spring at last! And all It's influence!
I believe I have purple hair here and semi-symmetrical legs.Last night my five year old asked if they cut my cancer out all the way. "They got all they could find. They just worry because it might come back." "I think it willn't come back." "Willn't?" "That is a word you make when you put together 'will' and 'not'."
Iloveyoulukemorethananythingeverintheworld. That is the word you make when you put together what I feel every time I look into those dang cute, dark brown eyes.
If will has anything to do with this....