this morning, we were in a rush.
i was helping ned tie his shoes.
he squirmed and made a face and said,
"there's a piece of brook in my shoe."
i think he meant bark {from the playground}
but do you know what it was?
a furry self-adhesive mustache.
that's right, i just said:
a furry self-adhesive mustache.
a pickle in the washer?
a mustache in the shoe??
what next???
then, around 1:00 i came back home
from helping in ned's classroom.
i was horrified to find
our funny, sweet, playful goldfish
as dry as beef jerky on the bathroom floor.
i think i might have mentioned that she
had been rescued from a similar escape
once before, but it was a split-second rescue.
today, i had been gone all morning,
so i have no idea how long she had been
a fish out of water {ahem} but she was dry.
real dry.
i whispered a little sad prayer for the goldfish
i didn't expect to like, let alone love.
for some unknown reason,
instead of giving her a flush,
i plunked her back in her fishbowl.
she sank stiffly to the bottom.
i stood there with a sad face,
missing her.
and then...
i thought i saw her little mouth move.
then her gill flaps... flapped.
holy mackerel! {ahem}
she was alive!!
she IS alive!!!
she is still in critical condition,
but she is hanging in there.
i hand-fed her tonight
to help her keep up her strength.
please say a little prayer for fin.
my soulful fish.
☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼
also today,
in a land, far, far away
from pickles and mustaches and goldfish,
a tiny prince was born.
welcome to the world, will.
your arrival has created new parents,
grandparents, aunts, and uncles.
you are loved beyond measure.
yes, you are a treasure.
♥
