Call it an exercise.
Trying to form a habit.
I want my wrinkles to be smile wrinkles, not frown wrinkles.
But, most of all I want the atmosphere of my home to be joyful. Giddily, gloriously, laughingly, addictively joyful. Perhaps my goal seems unreachable, the bar set too high. After all, it’s an ugly world we live in. It’s a house full of sinners that I live in, and I am the chief. Continue reading