That’s what Noodle says when she’s looking for me. My favorite is when she hides and says it about herself: “where Abby go?” Ah, I love my sweetie!
The truth is I’ve been buried. Buried under blankets….
… and bags…
… and books…
…and hand sanitizer…
… and water bottles…
… and love.
My goal of donating 100 Care Bags to long-term NICU families is almost here. I’ve been spending every waking minute getting the bags ready, and this weekend had help from some very special friends. It’s a labor of love, but in a few weeks these bags will be in the hands of some heartbroken families– hopefully providing comfort during the worst period of their lives.
And, oh yeah, today is my birthday so I’m taking the day off from blogging. Except for this post. But after that, I’ll take a break.
So that’s where Mama went. She can be found under massive amounts of Care Bags, eating the birthday cupcake her husband bought her while setting up the media events for our big drop off day.
‘Sponsor Love’ post coming tomorrow, along with some other fun stuff. Thanks for being so understanding about my less-than-perfect blogging record this month. I promise it was for a very good reason. 😉
Happy Birthday! Isn’t it lovely when you finally get one of your dreams to come true? 🙂
Happy birthday and congrats! i cant wait to see your post tomorrow what a great cause you have dedicated yourself too!
You’re right…it’s a very good reason. You’re excused! LOL
Hiding
I’m hiding, I’m hiding and no one knows where,
for all they can see is my toes and my hair.
And I just heard my father say to my mother,
“But, darling, he must be somewhere or other.
“Have you looked in the Inkwell?”
And Mother said, “Where?”
“In the Inkwell,” said Father,
but I was not there.
Then, “Wait!” cried my mother, “I think that I see
him under the carpet,” but it was not me.
“Inside the mirror’s a pretty good place,”
said Father and looked, but saw only his face.
“We’ve hunted,” sighed Mother, “as hard as we could,
and I’m so afraid that we’ve lost him for good.”
Then I laughed aloud and wiggled my toes,
and Father said, “Look, dear, I wonder if those
toes could be Benny’s. There are ten of them, see?”
And they were so surprised to find out – it was me!
– By: Dorothy Aldis