Summit

My mom's voice went off before my alarm did this morning.

That resulted in quite the headache during the initial part of my day, though it didn't bother me too much while I was at church.
At church Ji-Ho, an adorable baby in my class came to class today with a purple nose.
It looked ridiculously painful and made me sad because I hate it when kids have injuries.
There's one kid in Amelie's class who is so, so, so, SO intelligent.
He can name all the states and their capitols and the way he speaks and carries himself is adorable, he's three by the way :]

Oh my, I don't like thinking about it, but when I have a child he/she is going to be amazing.
I think my biggest fear is not knowing what to do, to slip and do one bad thing and then be carried down the hill of bad parenting by 'action inertia'.

Action Inertia n: When one's actions continue to deteriorate/improve because they are mimicking a single action one has taken that has drastically changed one's personal thinking or action patterns.

Does that make sense? I've always been bad at articulating my thoughts into writing.
I find that the manner I speak in and the style in which I write in differ as much as giraffes and goldfish do (actually they have similar hues, I think. Or maybe that's just in cartoons, but you understand my drift). When I speak, everything comes out just as I want, with or without hand gestures or emotion in my voice, the words I speak represent how I feel without any problems.

When I write, I feel trapped. Though I ache so much to be a good writer, I have the hardest time translating the details of my emotions into written word.
Maybe it's due to my constant use of text and instant messaging where 'smilies' and 'hahaha' and simple acronyms reduce the need for longer, more in depth expressions of feeling.
Wtevr.
K, ttly jking.

Okay, I'll stop.

Sooo:
Recently-I think I mentioned this already-everything has been great.
I would like to attribute this to God :]
Thank you, thank you, thank you thank you!










babies!