Another day has come, and gone. The littles are asleep. I plop my butt down on the coach, and prop up my aching feet. I put on my favorite show, and smile with relief. While I take in the queit I can help but think. How lucky am I to hear little feet running down… Continue reading Another Day
I haven't restarted my exercise program for I fear that I may be headed straight into another attack. I've woken up the last few mornings with an achey face, and jaw. This usual means I am going to experience pure hell very soon. I think the anxiety of waiting for it to strike again may… Continue reading Just one small step.