bright and early this morning, some strange looking dude arrived to install my new dishwasher. (yippie!!). he had a crucifix tattoo on his forehead. i found it oddly fascinating.
i wonder what would inspire him to do such a thing to his face. does this crazy looking dude have a family? people who love him and make him feel safe? i feel like i want to take him in and be his friend and fix his face.
lately, i've been feeling overwhelmed with gratitude. i have a whole new life ahead of me & none of it would be possible without the help i've received along the way. and continue to receive....
my friends and family have supported me whole heartedly and i hope they know how much it has meant to me.
as i simplify my life, things are really coming into focus for me. so many lessons learned in such a short period of time. i should write a book now that i'm so wise! i'll call it "how to turn 40 without making a bunch of dumbass mistakes". I"ll be rich!
i look over at my boys: one boy sitting in the giant dishwasher box building something out of q-tips, the other boy chasing the cat around with something in his hand....nailpolish?! not sure if it's for the cat or for the kid, but either way, i love my life. i love my boys and i love my peeps.
