A Gloomy, Wet Saturday's Update

You'll never know how difficult it is, the worrisome days that a parent encounters, until you become a parent. So, I found this pretty little shoe sitting on the wet road worth capturing. Some parent is probably going to spend a few hours looking around car, home and bags for this missing shoe, wondering where they could have possibly missed it.

Well, it is missing.

And they will have no freaking idea what went on. Been there, done that, not doing it again, good luck! lol

That's parenting. That's why we should not judge parents, no matter how many things you disagree with them. They feed organic? Fine. They feed formula milk? The stuff their kids with KFC? Hey, they're eating and that's great! Whatever floats your boat, we are trying not to eff up along the way.

But on a more somber note, whatever has taken over the world, bombing after bombing, murders after murders, it's just sad or maybe it's just us, this generation, that we are more in tune with what's in the news. Maybe these things happened just as normally in the 50s and 60s but our parents had the 'option' of focusing on what's in front of them and not EVERYWHERE around the world.

I don't know anymore but would like to extend my heartfelt condolences to the people affected by all the senseless things happening to them for no apparent reason.

Hate does not solve hate. Only love will.

So, sprinkle and spread it everywhere you can.

XOXO,
Marsha

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