A little child shall lead them...

I knew one day that my little ones would show me things spiritually and remind me of things... didn't expect it at 17 mo. A few minutes we sat down for an afternoon snack... I started to eat my leftover spaghetti, but Gibson folded his hands, looked at me and said "A-meh", wanting us to pray for our meal. Good reminder Gibs, thanks.

A blog w/o identity; A gal w/o poise.

So, I have tried to change the colors of this thing multiple times and it still looks so frumpy. I have no clue how to get a really cool looking blog like many of yours, and if I did... I would be too indecisive to choose.

Also, the other day I was at a class at the Y... where you need a step and a mat and a few different weights, etc... and I was intensely aware of what a clodhopper I am. As careful as I tried to be, my weights were clunking, I couldn't get the step situated right, something was always sticking out and in the way... and it's not just at the Y. It's everywhere. I've always been insanely oblivious to what my body parts are doing. I concluded that I am the Steve Urkel of life, consistently dropping things, bumping things, thinking "did I do that?" and saying "oops!" In fact, that was my nickname for a while growing up. Oh to have a shred of poise!