Snuggled in bed with my children last Sunday morning, I put on the television show Harold and the Purple Crayon, based on the series of books Harold and the Purple Crayon.
In this episode, Harold was busy searching for his fish, Goldie. At the end of the story it was revealed that Goldie died. I stifled myself so the kids didn't see me but inside I was just crumbling. They didn't make the connection. In fact, they seemed more interested in having breakfast which I suppose was a good thing. My grandmother would have enjoyed there being a fish named Goldie.
About Me
- Amy
- My children are wonderful but who knew how challenging life would become. I am dumbfounded sometimes that they came from me. They have enriched my life exponentially to degrees of joy I never knew were possible.
