Don't you love onomatopoeia?
It's Sunday and
it's Tuesday evening and
it's Thursday afternoon and
it's Saturday and I'm finally getting some real sleep and
it's Monday morning.
Sure, it's crazy,
but it's kind of a high, too, isn't it?
Where has your week taken you?
Where will next week find you?
Sometimes it's necessary to seize the whoosh,
to embrace that rush,
that supersonic electric butterfly soaring
that results from, oh, say,
being asked to be a guest on the JBS Inspiration Blog! A-whaat?
I notice that there is nary a page of this guy
in which he not surrounded by hearts.
He makes my heart go whoosh,
so it's only fitting.
she's three, then she's eight, and then she's twelve,
and where has the time gone?
since my mom married one of the best men I know?
and if we choose to soar with it,
there is no limit to where it can take us.