Don't say...you cannot rise from the ashes.
On the way to the hospital this arvie the kids were given an unexpected education via some quaint graffiti - basically - apparently some clever 14 year old's tag says in bold block letters "S*ck My C*ck" (sorry) in a place that cannot cannot cannot be missed. As we drove past I didn't say a word and neither did they - they knew to pretend they hadn't seen it.
I imagine you are not surprised to see me blog about Ivy again today...she looks like she belongs to us but doesn't look at all like any any of the others.
I had some really peaceful, quiet moments today with Ivy and Lisa with no interruptions. I don't think I have really had much time to stop and stare and appreciate what an unexpected miracle she is....perhaps her name should have been Phoenix...you know, the bird that rises from the ashes...(if you know the back story - you'll know what I mean).
