9th May
2008
“It’s 7:10!”
I touched his shoulder, “You dreaming, Hon?”
“I guess so.”
“Go back to sleep, you’re lucky, we’re retired.”
He laughed and rolled up in the comforter.
Couldn’t sleep, got up, put my heart’s flak jacket on for another day.
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You know I think of you as Superwoman, flak jacket and all. Happy Mother’s Day to you, my friend. Love, Annette
Seems like that’s the way we handle our days – put on our flak jackets and off we go.
Hold on to your heart and your hat, the journey continues. That jacket protects you while you fly…and keeps the door-to-door evangelists from seeing your pajamas!