Monday Musings

Well, I finally did get my bag packed. The bag I have used to take my things to the hospital at the birth of every baby. The ceremonial "packing of the bag" as Brittany has called it. I actually got it done.

Sort of.

Somehow the bag has apparently shrunk since the last seven kids.

Or, perhaps I have gotten more high maintenance since I've gotten older.

What to do, what to do. Brittany would never let me chose a different bag. After all this is the bag has gone with me to every birth. So I had to compromise. I'll just take two.

Tristan said to me the other day, "Today drips of cry came out of my eyes."