150 miles to a Teacher Job Fair; as he is hoping to get
with me, nor to help me through a hard and busy day.
I had wheat to grind ...
and homemade hamburger buns to make ...
and Raspberry Salad to make ...
track meet of the year, that our team hosts. Not only does
our team host this 6 hour track meet (with 16 teams),
over to the school. Not only did we get to set up and supervise
the Hospitality Room for the coaches, but we got the privilege
of baking the pizzas in the Home Ec. room and serving them
the ovens; Mama keeping all the food and drink stocked,
yummy cookies were made of, when they asked).
My heart has been crying silently ...
always wondering ...
"Doesn't anybody care?"
"Don't you realize how hard this is for Mama?"
"Is anyone else sad that our baby has died?"
caught up in the busyness of life.
emails. You have no idea how much your words have
meant to me this week ... how MUCH I needed to