Carmen Miranda.
Last night Duke goofed around with his guitar while I hot-glue-gunned like a mad woman, making all sorts of baby bands and bows.
I couldn't help thinking of a comparison made by one of my favorite orators in a recent address:
"An acceptable sacrifice is when we give up something good for something of far greater worth. Giving up a little sleep to help a child who is having a nightmare is a good sacrifice. We all know this. Staying up all night, jeopardizing our own health, to make the perfect accessory for a daughter’s Sunday outfit may not be such a good sacrifice."
Elder Dieter F. Uchtdorf went on to say, "We can ask ourselves, 'Am I committing my time and energies to the things that matter most?' There are so many good things to do, but we can’t do all of them."
I thought of that quote, but I kept right on gluing.
Since morning Duke and I have been at odds. We're tired. The housework seems more of a chore than normal. Basically, I used precious time (that I should have spent sleeping or connecting with my husband) to turn my daughter into Carmen Miranda.
Only a more miserable version of Carmen Miranda. (More on that later.)
This afternoon Duke and I have been doing relationship damage control. He drew a heart on the fogged bathroom mirror. I saw it and wrote "U2." Then later he wrote more but I couldn't read his handwriting. I really am going to try to be better about choosing what I put on the front and back burners. The love pot needs a little heat, you know?
I couldn't help thinking of a comparison made by one of my favorite orators in a recent address:
"An acceptable sacrifice is when we give up something good for something of far greater worth. Giving up a little sleep to help a child who is having a nightmare is a good sacrifice. We all know this. Staying up all night, jeopardizing our own health, to make the perfect accessory for a daughter’s Sunday outfit may not be such a good sacrifice."
Elder Dieter F. Uchtdorf went on to say, "We can ask ourselves, 'Am I committing my time and energies to the things that matter most?' There are so many good things to do, but we can’t do all of them."
I thought of that quote, but I kept right on gluing.
Since morning Duke and I have been at odds. We're tired. The housework seems more of a chore than normal. Basically, I used precious time (that I should have spent sleeping or connecting with my husband) to turn my daughter into Carmen Miranda.
Only a more miserable version of Carmen Miranda. (More on that later.)
This afternoon Duke and I have been doing relationship damage control. He drew a heart on the fogged bathroom mirror. I saw it and wrote "U2." Then later he wrote more but I couldn't read his handwriting. I really am going to try to be better about choosing what I put on the front and back burners. The love pot needs a little heat, you know?
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