The beauty of my body is not measured by the size of the clothes it can fit into, but by the stories that it tells. I have a belly and hips that say, "We grew a child in here," and breasts that say, "We nourished life." My hands, with bitten nails and a writer's callus, say, "We create amazing things."
I really don't think I need buns of steel. I'd be happy with buns of cinnamon. ~Ellen DeGeneres
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Momma walked to Albertsons and picked up Bacon / Eggs / Juice for breakfast for everyone
we waited for Naomi, walked down to the Beach with a picnic lunch. PBJ's, Cinnamon Rolls, and Propel.