#MidnightMadness – 9/28/2017


At the dinner table, the question of the day was…

If you happened along a creepy tunnel, and you saw a light at the end of it, would you venture in further to investigate where the light was coming from?

Both of my girls said, that they would investigate the light, and I said I’d turn around and go back the way in which I came.  Brianna thought that was unwise, and said the place I came from was probably worse.  I said, “Well, I came from that place and survived, so it must not have been that bad.”  And yet she insisted that going towards the light in the creepy tunnel was still the better option.  Then at the last minute she added this… “Well mom, you’re forgetting… we all initially came from a creepy tunnel.”  I couldn’t help but bust out laughing.  The joke was totally lost on little Auti.  Thank goodness for that!

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12 thoughts on “#MidnightMadness – 9/28/2017

  1. There’s a poem I haven’t published or posted yet, so I’ll write it for you now,
    Is There A Light
    The cold morning frost, accompanies a winter’s dawn.
    I’m snuggling warm in bed, wondering about my day ahead.
    It’s Sunday, my home’s empty, a great void instead.
    The cool quiet, the loneliness, are unbearable.

    The passageway to my light is dark,and hard to feel.
    If only I knew, the light at the end of my tunnel was real.
    In this grotto of fading night, lying low, out of sight.
    Where my dreams are false, waiting for another right.

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    1. Aww… so very somber but beautifully written and expressed. Thank you for sharing this with me. You’ve got to post that one on your blog as I’m sure many people will be able to relate to it. ❤️


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