What can I say...
Makeup on little kids produces alternate personalities.
Kindergarten field trips produce blisters and the realization that I just might have survived the last few years with a sense of humor still intact.
Knitting produces a calm collected momma.
Yes I know winter is over.
Snuggling produces her feeling a little more secure. Is she still stuck to my leg when I drop her off at preschool?
Truth produces trust and rest.
Know what else produces rest? A vacation. I'm so rested I don't know what to do with myself!
I'm sure I'll think of something.