I forsee an evening planned to go to a local bookstore to listen to a reading. Afterwards, I will chat with the author as if old friends, even having coffee and discussing our God, our faith, our children, our lives.
Cindy is a a woman whose eyes see beyond the physical where even a piece of lint can have a lyrical story behind it.
See what I mean? This perspective keeps a "stay-at-home" mother sane.
Thanks, Cindy.
Posted by Rae at March 5, 2005 11:58 AM | TrackBackI'll look forward to that reading and the long chat, Rae, but you're on your own when it comes to the coffee. Hot tea, maybe. :) Thanks for the kind words. If I'd known you liked things like this so well, I'd've posted the poem about the dead mouse in the toilet.
Posted by: Cindy at March 5, 2005 01:12 PMHey, Cindy, I am a lover of tea, too :D
I love things like this. Please pass the poem.
Posted by: Rae at March 5, 2005 01:36 PMYAY :)
Posted by: Randy at March 5, 2005 10:09 PM
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