Thursday, October 15, 2009
I forgot to look
I had my older son over for a while. On the way, back to his house. We were so busy in conversation that I actually forgot to look over at my daughter's house. ( she lives 1/2 mile or less from my son) I always look. I am not sure what I am hoping to see. There isn't much that you can see when you are going 45 mph down the road. I was pretty proud of myself. Sometimes, my mind is too much on what I don't have and not enough of what I do have.