Life in boxes

My hands are rough today, chapped.  Not good for putting on tights.

Tonight I was going through some boxes under my bed and in my closet.  I wonder when we start to outgrow the things we used to love.  Clothes, toys, books.  Ideas.  People, even.  So many things have come and gone, and I hate the inconsistency at times.  There's been enough of it around here.  Sometimes I wish that some things would stay consistent.  I wish people didn't leave, didn't change.

Trusting, leaning, learning.
Psalm 46:1

hungry hungry

Cold nights call for snuggling.  Meet Hungry, my pillow pet!  He has enough fat stores to outlive half the population in a famine.  No wonder why we get along so well, we're practically the same :) I got a blanket pet to keep him company when I'm at work. (top right)