A conversation with Macie:

Me: Macie, did you put something in the EZ Bake Oven?

Macie(smiles cutely, but ignores the question)

Me: Macie, tell mommy the truth.

Macie: I don't know the truth.

‘Normal day,
let me be aware of the treasure you are.
Let me learn from you,
love you,
bless you before you depart.
Let me not pass you by
in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.
Let me hold you while I may,
for it may not always be so.
One day I shall dig my nails into the earth,
or bury my face in the pillow,
or stretch myself taut,
or raise my hands to the sky and want,
more than all the world, your return.
~Mary Jean Iron

NOTE: Special thanks to Becky, my blogging friend extraordinaire, for the pic and poem. Thanks Becky!