As an INTJ female (for those into Myers-Briggs and the like), I am a hard person to know, and an even harder person to love. I wonder if someday my children will want to know what really went on in my brain. I shall leave them this gift. Well, maybe not so much a "gift" as an extremely uncomfortable last will and testament.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Bless You
Ava learned about haiku yesterday, and wrote her first one:
A flower is like a pretty little lady sitting on the dirt.
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