The economy is messed up. Politics are crazy. It's freezing outside (without the advantage of fresh snow). My kitchen has seen better days (maybe not). The laundry is getting a wee bit on the scary side. My hair could use a good doing. But just now, my 5 year old breezes across the floor like this.
And I wonder if I could go back to when my mind was filled only with unicorns, purple things and bubble gum. My pace was that of hers.
But then I remember: I have unicorns, purple things and bubble gum every day. She hugs me and says "I love you, Mother." And so I skip.