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Breakfast

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It’s gonna be that kind of day.

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Clouds

This was taken on the Bob Kerrey Pedestrian Bridge in October of this past year, on a cold, cloudy morning. This bridge is an architectural wonder that connects Nebraska to Iowa. Although we were cold, the beauty of the scene warmed us.

B game

Sometimes I don’t bring my A game. To work, to my family interactions. I am a lazy friend.

I don’t even always realize it unless it’s pointed out to me – by a mistake, by overlooking something, by seeing things slip away. But by that time it’s almost always too late to do anything about it.

When I’m on my A game, and I mostly am, I am better than most people at whatever it is I’m doing – being a nurse, mothering, being a good wife, housekeeping. But when I am off, people notice.

I set my self-expectations too high. And consequently, the people around me share them of me. I found this is a bad thing.

So I try to take it easy on myself. When I make a mistake, I forgive myself instead of stewing too long about it. Well, at least I’m working on that.

Now I just have to get everyone else to take it a little easier on me too. Or maybe I should just not take criticism so hard. Whatever.

Just one more thing to work on.

Itching

I’m itching to change things up around here.

I want to have my living room and breakfast room painted eggplant. Deep, dark purple. Not burgundy, not brown, not navy. Certainly not beige.

Eggplant. Aubergine.
I know it would look beautiful and elegant. Regal even.

Now the tough part – convincing Bill that this is a wonderful idea.

Lucky

I am so lucky to be a mom.

I love being a nurse. I love being a wife. A daughter, sister. A friend.

But I am truly lucky to be a mom.
I get to watch my children succeed on a daily basis.
I get to be the first to see important things they do.
I get to listen to them and figure out how their minds work.
I get to just watch and shake my head when they do things that amaze me.
I get to be the one who gives the hugs when they need them.
I get to kiss my kids any time I want to.

And sometimes, if I’m really, really lucky, I get them to kiss me.
Yeah.