It's not easy being oldest. You hear that the younger kids often grow up differently, break away from what people expect after knowing the older sibs. Yet the eldest never has the choice of breaking away from the established path versus following it. There is no path. Sure, there are the paths of their parents, but it has been a long time since they have been used. The trail is faint, and sometimes, there's an old log or a stone blocking the way. The grandparents' paths are so overgrown with weeds it's hard to know where they are. The forest is wide open, and this ultimate freedom can be staggering.
T&E are off to see Ice Age 2. I'm here. Thinking. Watching. Listening. Next weekend will be wallpapering, I believe.
Yeah, so no one failed church.
2 comments:
I just discovered your blog today. It's awesome and also I would like to have your baby.
It's creepy how there isn't a path. Because without it, you're pretty much lost...
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