Unless, it's a newborn.
We have a new grand-niece who just arrived on the planet Monday. She's not impressed with the world yet...she likes to doze in trendy caps and snugly blankets. She has an older brother who's bound to bother her before too long. These two are going to keep their parents hopping. Babies fresh from heaven...can't beat it.
It's been a sweet week, with flowers and newborns and no snow here in Florida. Snow doesn't usually occur here, but you never know. Nemo had a mind of its own. It appears things are melting up north, so here's hoping the worst is over.
Another fun thing recently...I won a short story contest over at Mormon Mommy Writers. MMW is a site hosted by a group of women who write about faith, parenthood, and writing. They are compiling a soon to be published book of short stories, essays, and poems. They accepted a story I wrote based on dealing with my dad's stroke a few years ago. The prize was a gift card to Amazon, with which I quickly purchased the soundtrack to Les Miserables. Hugh Jackman has been agonizing through song from my stereo since. I have to pause in whatever I'm doing when he sings Bring Him Home because it's so poignant and prayerful and longing and beautiful, I can't think about anything else.
Anyhoo....MMW has since invited me to regularly post on their site, every other Friday for now. My first post there will be Feb. 22. I am very honored to be invited to contribute. I'm not Mormon, but I have a good friend who is, and our doctrinal differences don't detract a thing from our sistership.
I expect to acquire some new friends over at MMW and learn as much as possible about being part of a writing team that is passionate about faith, family, and writing. I hope I don't goof up too often.
Lent started yesterday, and with that came my 40 days of no chocolate. Chocolate and I have been close buds for too long now, and it's time I create some space between us. It's become too clingy and demanding. Every time I pass the refrigerator, the chocolate chips fly out and scream "Eat me!" They're ruling the roost.
Yesterday, I made brownies for my husband. I didn't eat any brownies, but without thinking, I licked batter off the spatula.
Already, Easter is too far away.