A Happy Working Song

My mom and her husband arrive this evening. I wish you could feel the energy of excitement in our house before a visit from GRANDMA. It is joyfully-electric. At least for all those too young to clean toilets, that is.

I'm about a day behind where I wanted to be in the cleaning department. So, I'm buzzing around, in my grand ballroom gown, of course, singing a Happy Working Song grumbling to myself about how neat and organized we are as a family where I've gone wrong in the organization department. I also still need to pick up the Leis (it is my mom's very first trip to Hawaii) and run a document over to the Quarantine office so my puppy dog can be released at the airport. We have been separated from her since May and we are all goose-bumpy with anticipation for those sweet cuddles and kisses. She is truly one of the sweetest creatures I've been blessed to meet.

Not to worry, part 3 of Why I am (Now) Pro-Life is mostly written in my head. I'm hoping with grandma here I may have a few moments to jot it all down.

It has been such a blessing to converse with some of you via email. Thanks for taking the time to introduce yourself!

Off to work! to have a cup of coffee and stare (bewilderedly) at my to do list. :)