After cooking, cleaning and running around like a madwoman from 6 AM to 9:30 AM this morning in preparation for a day of sweets, friends, kids and fellowship, I realized that I had about 10 minutes to get out of my pajamas and into ‘real’ clothes. So I darted back to my room, started changing, heard scraping followed by the sound of water running.
I mumbled a less than Fairytale appropriate word and dashed down the hallway still buttoning my pants and tugging on my shirt, all the while envisioning a waterfall of rainforest proportions in my kitchen, you know the worst.
Not the worst at all. The best.
A young Monkey giving me a glimpse of the amazing man he is destined to become.