please forgive me, there was a family event, disaster, that has been working me over, and the C and spaciness just wont go away.
please let me get something off my chest: i have always, always known that we cannot indulge in home atmospheres of contention. with my kids, i almost regret this, i always said, "dont fight, dont touch each other in anger. or some day you will see yourselves on the news!" well there has been a tragedy in the home of my ex, involving years and years of alcoholism and drugs.
now my sweet daughters are mourning and in shock, and i realize they live in such small towns, and our distinctive last name will bring them shame and sorrow.
thanks for letting me vent.
"The sanctity of the home can not be overestimated: peace, prayer, patience. and love."