tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12868617.post9171946519467154669..comments2023-09-22T10:49:40.836-06:00Comments on Faith: The Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05891400997048176082noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12868617.post-65546013591104204972008-01-07T06:16:00.000-07:002008-01-07T06:16:00.000-07:00Did you get my email about the light box? Sometim...Did you get my email about the light box? Sometimes I'm not sure if they're actually going out. I totally know how it feels to be rushed in the morning. We seem to be in a continual state of "hurry up or you'll be late." Of course, I have a child who just will not be rushed. She dawdles over everything. And if I try to hurry her, she seems to slow down. Being late doesn't seem to matter to her (she has the Webb gene.) She reminds me of the essay in "Hide Tide from Tuscan" by Barbara Kingsolver. It's about her daughter and her need for "cow time," time to do whatever she wants for however long she wants to do it. Someday I'll get it down.<BR/>S.Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09027410351715595747noreply@blogger.com