If it Doesn’t Kill You, It Makes You the Hulk
The bear said, Isabel, glad to meet you,
Isabel, Isabel, didn’t worry,
Isabel didn’t scream or scurry.
She washed her hands and she straightened her hair up,
Then Isabel quietly ate the bear up.
The bear said, Isabel, glad to meet you,
The first two put him to sleep, the rest were some of his babyhood favorites. Happy Birthday, Jess.
I was tagged by Andrea on Instagram some time ago, but I thought I’d post it here because I should’ve been doing that sort of thing all along: View this…
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Oh, I love the Cajun sound to that song! And that's Natalie Merchent??!!
I love what you wrote about fear. We are professional worriers in our family, always gearing up for the worst. But then we can't really enjoy the here and now if we are doing that, can we? I'm starting to realize that and I hope I can change course.
I'm sorry you went through such a dark time, but now you have this incredible inner strength that you can pass on to your children. They are very lucky. 🙂 Thank you for sharing yourself with blogland.
Thank you, Louisiana Belle. I can relate. I think I'm past fear as a lifestyle, but anger, sarcasm, bitterness? Well, I've still got work to do. :/