A damn airplane took my husband away from me once again. Sorry for the cursing, but I have a wicked cold...you know the kind that make your face feel like one giant oozing booger. Ick. I just want to pull the covers over my aching head and be dead to the world, but alas, those three precious little kookies are in constant need, and their pets can't seem to live without me either. So, here I am with a stack of used tissues to the left and right of me while Mr. Wonderful flies business class to Paris. You and I both know that godly women don't sulk, nor do they have pity parties....godly women probably don't let their kids survive on granola bars and movies all day long either. Godly women kiss their husbands goodbye too. You must think the worst of me now. I think the worst of me too.
But, for some crazy reason I'm still loved...
By Mr. Wonderful,
And a Wonderful God.