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
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Was sleeping, we are getting
Was sleeping, we are getting wet with lots of rain, and 42 mph winds, we are doing well. the boys went to sleep at 9:30 pm.
