It's always there.
Whether we're laughing, chatting, watching Lost, chasing children...
It's always there.
Like a dark backdrop to our day-to-day, GG's appeal and our potential future apart hang in the shadows, befuddling reality.
We listened this morning to a report from southern Baghdad. What is to come of this mess? Tough police chiefs are jailed. Corrupt ones remain in command. Towns lay in rubble.
I almost feel as if I'm being forced to put on filthy clothes and wear them again and again... and again. I hate that outfit. It is so out-of-style and ugly, not to mention worn and ragged. This is meant to be rather toungue-in-cheek. Here I am, lamenting about my dear hubby's uncertain future and all I can think about is fashion. What a prissy girl I've become.
G-Ville, though being beautiful and sunny outside today, is partly cloudy. We are fine. Just thought I'd give you the latest glimpse of my heart. God bless you.
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