Boudreaux's Place

For me, finding a photo on my card that doesn't need to be edited (such as the one above) it like winning the lottery.
I know. Little things excite me.  I understand that.
I also understand that I am way too hard on myself, can be controlling  particular about certain things, blah blah blah....

After the last two weeks, what I mostly understand is that most of life can't be edited....

OK, seriously...I am typing this with my laptop on my lap, legs resting on the coffee table.  Ben is on his belly on my legs continually kicking that back of the laptop screen...well, now he is turned around sort of tight rope walking on my shins...oh now he is facing me resting his chin on the top of the screen, a trail of drool running down the middle of the screen onto the keyboard...and now he has fallen...and I was going to draw this amazing parallel between a verse in Isaiah 46 or 49 (or was it 43?) because it really speaks to what we have been going through...but now I have lost my train of thought and my profound insight for the evening and leave you with "I am happy I can't edit everything because if I could, my keyboard would not be covered in drool by a nineteen month oldscreaming peek-a-boo and that would make me sad  the end good night."