Keeping up with all of my responsibilities sometimes feels like the usual cliches--a marathon, a juggling act, or embarrassed smiles after reading Christmas letters from friends.
We didn't send our Christmas cards and letters on time when I was a kid. Instead, we waited to hear about the Schumacher's amazing daughters' feats on the dance floor and in the classroom before scrawling our signatures on a Hallmark card.
Now, I'm blushing thinking of that green face of envy and red face of shame these letters caused. With too many tasks on the table, I'm dreaming of days of nothing to do but read in a tree and sing.
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