Have you ever seen a taffy-puller at work? Mechanized or not, the object is the same: turn this sticky lump of sugar into a delicious confection by stretching, pulling, and bending it until it is finished.
I think there is some correlation between the taffy and me. Because I feel like the taffy in the hands of the Taffy-Puller. Granted, He has made it a wonderful time - but I look back and know that I am forever altered. And I know enough to know that the session is not yet over! I am being stretched in new ways every day.
Little man is growing fast, and every day is an adventure.
There is so much more, and I am sorry for the vagueness of this writing. My heart is too full yet for coherence.
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