playing in the background

I hear my song. I hear your song playing in the background. Layers of love and heartache. I hear music in every moment of the day. Words are music. A chord. A melody. Harmony. That's something I want. Peace and harmony in every facet of my life is the goal. Goals take us places we long to be. Goals make up the words for the song we find within our hearts. Our hearts hold the song we were born with and share it only with those who care enough to listen to its tune. 

hardly ever too late

After finishing up reading Fahrenheit 451 in my high school classes this week, some things have sunk in for me. One is that realizing so much too late is something that people do—just like Guy Montag. 

You might be saying, "Uh, it wasn't too late for him." Well, what I mean is that it was too late for having a home, too late for his marriage, too late for a happy life with the person he realized that he loves. Mildred is the first person he thinks of whenever anything happens. He certainly loves her, but he didn't realize how messed up their lives were until it was too late for them. He makes it out of the city, but he's alone. 

Is it ever really too late though? Is there such a thing as realizing too late? In some cases, yes, but these cases are limited and the exception. With the love we have from our friends, family, and God surrounding us, realizing when we are in a mess is just the first step to greatness. It's never too late to step up and meet our potential. 

So many thoughts are swirling in my mind that I can hardly stop enough to write it all down. These few will have to do for today. 

have your cake and eat it first

This slice of cake has a story. 

For Christmas, I decided to give each of my children the gift of time going out with me, so I got each of them a gift card to a different restaurant or store, and they had one-on-one with me for the afternoon or evening as we could work things out. This slice of cake is from one of those outings that we call mom-time. 

One of my girls and I went downtown to enjoy some dinner and shopping, but we started with dessert first, and I've decided that's the only way to go around here. If you're going to have cake, you might as well eat it first or the cliché wins. 

Or something like that. 

hearing

Not being able to hear properly over the past three weeks has given me the opportunity of realizing the value of good hearing. After sayint "huh?" about 10-75 times within one short day, you catch a clue. 

Being a teacher, I not only had my own children to frustrate and infuriate over not "listening good enough," but I also had the pleasure of students having some fun with my temporary handicap. We all had a good laugh (even though I am keeping track of who had the initial inspiration). 

I am certain I didn't hear some things that were important every place I had to hear people, but since I couldn't hear them, I don't even know who I could ask to follow up. Over the next several days, I'm hoping I will be able to figure these things out and catch up with life. 

dishes

Dishes. They seem to have a life of their own around this place. I find them in the strangest of places like under beds, yet, supposedly, we only eat in the kitchen area. 

Could they possibly sprout legs and walk up the stairs and hide underneath the beds because they don't want to get washed? Maybe they prefer having the companionship of broken crayons, loose change, and the occasional dirty sock (and that's only one because we all know socks go into the wash one at a time!). Maybe they enjoy dried spaghetti sauce clinging tightly to their surface. And they could like the feel of carpet. You don't know.