No point...

I'm just sitting here watching the cat eat all of the little goldfish crackers that were glued on Jackson's preschool project.

The goal was to represent "the ocean" (brought to you by this week's letter "O") using construction paper and goldfish crackers. It seems our ocean has been invaded by the predatory Plix shark and now leaves only the powdery remains of the orange crackers still stuck in the Elmer's glue that held it in place.

There goes the dream of seeing that artistic work hanging in the MOMA someday.

But yet I can't help but think - what would possess the cat to eat goldfish crackers today after never showing an affinity for them before. Why would he choose the art project when, on any given day, a smorgasbord of scattered and forgotten goldfish crackers are scattered on floors and couch cushions throughout the house.

Maybe my cat has a glue habit.

Maybe I haven't been getting enough sleep lately.

One of those seems a more realistic option than the other...

Some Days

Some days it amazes me that I can be so blessed in so many ways.

It's astonishing to see the people that have been placed in my life to be a constant source of love and support.

I can hardly believe that me - so flawed and imperfect - could be handed such wonderful gifts every single day of my life.

Whether it be a call or a text from a friend, a kiss or a touch from my love, a hug or a smile from my beautiful son, or a tiny flutter deep inside that reminds me that there is more to life than I could ever imagine.

I am warm and comfortable in a home of my own, surrounded by love, inside and out.

Some days those things simply amaze me.