Good Night.

My sweet brave friend who is now a gypsy - traveling the country, going where her love goes, bringing her life and her babies and their what-we-can-carry with them - she has a blog. It is marvelous because she has always said wonderful things and now I can read them twice or three times if I want. Perhaps she will let me link there after this tribute to her.
Update: she did let me! Click on gypsy.

I am going to bed. I am 30 minutes late. I am resolved, my listening-to-Holy-Spirit-skills (I wish there were a way to automatically hyphenate - is there a way?) are hindered by my sleepiness. So, tomorrow is Saturday, a typically challenging day (we are all home together and expected to be harmonious - that is MY expectation - isn't that what families are supposed to be??!) and I will be ready.

Good night. And in honor of my self-discipline, I will share this adorable photo (from the summer time of shaggy-hairdo Isaac) of what I get to see in the morning (if no one turns the TV on - it is still within the official NO-TV-edict timeframe that I proclaimed after the official 2-weeks-with-sleepovers-at-grandparents-with-TV timeframe) - if I go to bed now and establish the wake-up-time-is-couch-time-with-Bibles-and-other-useful-books timeframe. See, I need a shortcut so I don't get carpal tunnel from making so many of -----