Ya' Gotta Love It...

Well, dear visitor, I think it's about time that I "post" again. I've been a little busy lately, but my nearest and dearest know what that's about and the rest of you could probably care less. So, I have been e-peeping at the blogs of my children and their spouse(s). I am learning more than if I had invaded their individual privacies while they lived under my roof! Read their diaries? Gods forbid! Eavesdrop on their phone calls (when all we had was a landline - with numerous extensions) I don't think so! If I had only known that with patience and time I could find out anything just by looking.... My younger biological unit finds song lyrics to echo her thoughts and life experiences. Me, too. Let's sing a few choruses of "Send in the Clowns". My middle monkey is a remarkable woman, juggling a verrrrry full life with her faith in God her rock and foundation. She will be just fine and so will her individually amazing children. I have an "additional daughter" who has discovered the joy of lists. I, too, tried lists. Lists to prioritize, lists as reminders, lists of grievances, lists of my lists... Alas, the concept eventually became so overwhelming, I now longer list. Actually, my posture has always been one of my best features. My favorite son (actually, my only son) is as well-written as he is well-spoken. Some of his blogs are undecipherable, especially when he is in "Master Modeler" mode. Ah, the age of communication -- ya' gotta love it! It is still wonderful to be privy to all of their thoughts and thought-processes. That these remarkable individuals are in my life,is amazing. That I gave life to three of them is the highpoint of my life. That I have had the miraculous good fortune to have two other "daughters" enter my life and heart through no effort on my part is just that - miraculous!