Sunday, February 13, 2005

Be Mine.

'Twas a beautiful sight to see her smiling face through the train window, as her father and I mimed (badly) our love and devotion for her. We could almost hear her laughter as we ran with arms outstretched after the train as it slowly pulled away. She will have a lovely time.

I got up early to make a valentine. It wasn't very pretty. I need to make more today.

Coffee tonight will be nice. Good coffee, good friends.

Any ideas? A six year old boy, doesn't want to "pray for God, cause' it doesn't work when I pray, only when you pray momma, cause' when I pray for God to not give me bad dreams, I have bad dreams. When you pray for God, with me not to have bad dreams, I don't have bad dreams." Makes sense to him.

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