Word of the Day
cerement, n. 1. A cerecloth used for wrapping the dead. 2. Any graveclothes.
I am accidentally having a theme here, having looked up this word on my list after writing the baby story. Well, then, theme it is!
Daughter at Near 4 Years
It is not unusual in the morning for my greeting hug to turn into a greeting cuddle. This morning, then, we were sitting on the kitchen floor, with the curve of her little back against my arm and her head on my chest and all the glad warm weight of her in my lap. We passed some companionable time thus, when:
"MOMMY... where is your HEART?"
"Well," said I. "It's right here." Tapping my chest in more or less the right place.
"Where is MY heart?"
"Right... here," I said, tapping her.
She wiggled and laughed. "That TICKLES."
I grinned as she settled back into my lap. "But yes. Your heart is in your chest."
This answer contented her, and she put her head back down. And I... I reflected that I was entirely incorrect. Like a matron queen of liches, my heart was nowhere near my chest anymore... but sitting outside my body, in my lap, beating in another body.
And there, my friends, I fear it will continue to reside until the day I die.
Rosary today. Tonight, I will work on the Spots cover and other various sketches. I am feeling all sketchy.
• Stryck's gorgeous poetry, including one from my prompt on "service."
• Ysabet's poem about the Sumerians, now with bonus sketch by me (in the comments).
• Miladylibrary's 30 Days of Haiku, including this one, which I really like.
Elsewhere (Smile! Edition)
• Art Makes Us Feel Like We're in Love. Science says so, so it must be true!
• Nuns Sell Baseball Card for Good Causes! I picked up this article quite some time ago, and since then the card has been auctioned. Happy story!
Quote of the Day
Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow; it empties today of its strength. -Corrie Ten Boom