Monday, August 3, 2009

Don't ask.

You know, sometimes I just don't think people get it. They read the words I write but, I am curious as to whether they really get the impact. Do they really understand who my children are? You see, I am not a particularly gifted writer as anyone that has ever attempted to edit my work will attest. I wonder, do I get the point across? My twerps are on their own level. They do the unimaginable, even amongst those who do the unimaginable. I just don't know whether I have the gift to tell their stories. Do my words do them justice.

I just don't think they can.

Perhaps a picture will tell a thousand words.

"Daddy, um, come here"

This is what purpose is all about.

2 comments:

Jennifer said...

Oh my word! How did she do that? That is probably my greatest fear in life & I spend all day chasing my kids away from our ledge.

Anonymous said...

That made my day......

Gay May