I had an epiphaneous moment as I sat on the living room floor, glancing longingly at the rapidly cooling tortilla chips, seasoned beef and melted cheese abandoned behind me. Moeb lay on a blanket in front of me working through her second diaper in a row. I decided to give up on the chips altogether and—like a divine gift—a rush of enlightenment swept over me.
"Daphne," I said, "Babies are more important than Nachos." And I went on to define my priorities for her. For your edification they are listed Below:
1. God
2. Babies
3. Nachos
4. Work
5. School
April 15, 2010
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)