My squishy

On Sunday I was full of discontent – and this after Mass too, when you would expect some reflection and prayer would have shed some of the distractions and obstacles that were weighing so heavily.

I poured my complaints out to Mum, and felt relieved, and a little disloyal to my man, he being the chief cause for complaint at that time. But having got it out of my system, when I returned home I treated him kindly and it was returned and my heart glowed again.

Early this morning I couldn’t sleep. He was also awake and I placed my arm around him and breathed in his presence, feeling warm and squishy inside and thankful that he was there.