Gushing

Doesn't want to talk about it. Just wants to eat it. Funny how having offspring is like watching the movie of your childhood over again sometimes.
The truth will set you free, but it won't let you move people around like pawns.
Food is supposed to grow on trees, not out of a credit card.
When all else fails, feel sleepy, and you have an excuse to get away with anything.
Sometimes a miracle comes in disguise. Sometimes it comes in a decorative bag. Sometimes it looks like an insurmountable boulder. It may taste like vitamin D. I like the time when God's love was made apparent to me in the form of an abandoned pear orchard. It was delicious. The trees got chopped down, but i can still feel the orchard. It's like angels.

It could be worse--It could be carnivorous.

Insomnia strikes again. My mind feels like a whirlwind, complete with the sound of wind. Haven't slept well in a couple days, tomorrow's going to be a doozy. Can't stop thinking about baby crying, spiders, job security, bathroom remodel, bla bla bla where's the freaking 'off' button???
Okay, so, look up, and what do i see? Nothing, literally; it's dark in here. I hear the rain falling. I hear Isaac's sleepy-breathing.
It's incredible how these tiny complex things of nature hold so much beauty within them, more than stone tile flooring or dark-stained chair rail could ever be. All i have to do is walk into the trees and look around.
I still think deer are pretty, even though they are much like rats with extra-long legs (from the viewpoint of a gardener). Now that i think of it, i'm extremely grateful they are herbivores.