Dave and I returned today from a delightful trek to the Happiest Place on Earth. The drive was great, the hotel was great, Disneyland was great, and the drive home was great. And...it's great to be back home.
Even though there is a big squeeze in my heart, I need to keep my face to the light. It's amazing how strong emotions are. Nothing is wrong; life is rarely perfect. Sadness just hurts. This paragraph has nothing to do with the next paragraph, by the way.
Hans said a clever/thought-provoking/hilarious thing the other day, about mothers. Often, we are "smothers." How can we not be? Our hearts walk around, outside of our own bodies. Yet....smothering is not too life-sustaining. Good thing to remember.
Our Iris turned 28 yesterday. What a blessing she is, a sincere lady.
Downtown Disney makes wonderful caramel corn. They also sell kettle corn, but pass that cart by, and walk the extra distance to go to the caramel corn stand. You'll need floss, but it's so worth it.
Tomorrow, Lent begins. May it make a difference. Lent is walking toward a horrible reminder in Christian history, and then a few days later, the best day ever for Christians. I get frustrated with "Easter" - look up the word. I feel cleaner when I call it "Resurrection Day." But lots of pagan stuff is wrapped in the Christian world. The days of the week are not Christian names. Oh well. Not terribly important.
Not yet unpacked - partially.
God is here.
