". . . little shall I grace my cause

In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience,

I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver . . ."

(William Shakespeare's Othello, I.iii.88-90)

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Nothing but a Dreamer

Last night during the Thanksgiving Eve service Evan started to cry. Concerned, I asked him what was wrong. He smiled and said, "These aren't sad tears, Mom. They're tears of joy. I've decided that when I'm old enough to go to college, I won't go--I'll stay here with you."

I just smiled and hugged him. No sense disabusing him of his illusion. He'll change his mind before I know it. And until he does, I can dream, too.

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