Now I know, beyond a doubt, why we have children. They are meant to add joy to our lives when we most need it. After my Jan. 29th post (Late this afternoon, I think it was titled), I wrote that I felt like my dream of becoming a writer was now buried in concrete, and my daughter posted a sweet comment that revived my sagging spirits – this was in response to my note that I wondered if a tiny speck of my creative energy might be left floating around which did not get buried in concrete. I felt like a business park had been build over my dreams. (I do get so dramatic!!).
And then Allison posted this sweet message:
… maybe if you take a mental walk through the business park you’ll find a small atrium with a tree growing right through middle that some caring soul decided to let grow so they built the whole park around it.
Yes. Maybe. An atrium. I like this image. Sounds like a title of a book to me.