Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Sixty-Four
I like this sweatshirt.
Flower arrangement still going strong.
I think I’m ready for the tree.
I tell him to turn left because we don’t have enough time. Oh, wait. Ok. We’re going to cross the bridge. Thank goodness there are no cars coming.
Sometimes, it’s just a mess.
I put the posters up on the wall and wonder if it’s the right idea or not. But I see them looking up curiously. I explain what they are, that I want to get them in the habit of having goals to work toward. I think they like the idea of them. We will see.
She looks like she can barely control her excitement.
Perhaps I was being presumptuous.
Goal setting.
That was a surprising reaction.
