Thursday, September 18, 2008
This post is definitely not going to be about how the last two nights I've picked the lil' dude up from daycare she has resisted me. How she turned away with a big grin and burrowed herself into the daycare lady's neck. This post is not going to be about how she cried last night in the entryway as I stretched my arms out to greet her. How her little arms reached away from me. That is not what this post is going to be about.
Boobs . . . tomorrow, I am embarking on a mission to save boobs. I will be participating in the Susan G. Komen 3 Day Walk for breast cancer. I will walk 60 miles in three days- sleep in a tent, pray for sunshine and blisterless days. Because when the lil' dude is my age and older, I think it would be nice for her to not have to worry about breast cancer. A thing of the past it could be called, a disease they conquered like Polio or Smallpox. A complete eradication of the disease. Wouldn't that be something.