Listening to NPR doesn't make me feel smarter. It makes me realize how little I know, and how much more I should know.
I want Diane Rehm to live here. In our house. With us. Forever. She is one seriously cool woman.
Last night while Adam was having his fussy time, I was utterly exhausted, and I wished he would stop crying so I could get some sleep. Almost immediately I projected myself into the future and I wondered how I would feel on my deathbed. I knew I would wish more than anything that I could go back to this very place in time. I hugged the little screamer a little closer and welcomed the moment.
It goes by so quickly. At 20 I thought 30 was ancient. A week later I was 30 and it didn't seem so very old at all. . .
Finally, it does NO GOOD to eat a nasty Lean Cuisine meal and wash it down with four Cadbury Cream Egg chasers.