Under all of the little things and the big things in this last couple of weeks, there has been a constant stream of sadness in me, not without reason. I've done my normal things to overcome it, but today it feels as though I'm losing. And it's the kind that cripples my writing, that makes me want to hide when the phone rings, that makes me want to wear a t-shirt that says, "I don't want to talk about it." That's pretty good, actually, I think I may have that made.

So, all I have to offer is this: the YaYa Sister came out of her room yesterday, first thing in the morning, and walked over to where I was writing on the couch. Without further ado, she said, "Mama? Today can I choose Life?"

Talking about cereal, of course, but still. Mildly prophetic, no?