Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Mr. Dumpty should have had kids
Broken at breakfast
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great wall
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again.
There are days when I feel all down and broken. Days that make me ask painful questions, Did I do the right thing? Is this really where I'm supposed to be? Will I ever have proper sleep again?
Then out of nowhere I see something - a faint glimmer from a candle held up at just the right moment: a bunch of innocent hopeful voices, an unexpected hug from tiny, pudgy arms, a line so simple yet so true it takes my breath away. It is familiar but always surprising. And lovely. Like a warm whisper from heaven that everything will be alright, just you wait and see and believe.
The story of my life. Cracked and broken in so many places but glued together by giggles and hugs and sweet syrupy lines from the chocolate-covered mouths of babes barely able to put sentences together.
And I am back together again.
Surprise Love Post-Its from the S & O, closet door on my bedside
Posted by The Ten O' Clock Habit at 3/15/2006 04:41:00 PM