It felt like failing to curtsey before the king.
Holding a two hour long story time & hike to Turtle Pond at a County park without being able to recommend the Creator Savior responsible for it all, was like giving twelve children a bag of potato chips and not a drop of milk to wash it down. I ache at the feeling following me around all evening, that I was rude to a KING.
Thus, to honor this CreatorSaviour, AmZyg is pondering the three months remaining before she must necessarily become 'grown up'; a self respecting fifty year old American citizen-survivor of laws which make it legal to kill a child throughout all nine months of pregnancy.
From a little brochure by L. Brenegan, 2004/LittleOnePublishing.com:
"Month 6. 'I am fourteen inches! I'm sitting up straight now!'
The baby's oil and sweat glands are functioning; these help regulate body temperature. A white filmy layer covers the baby and protects her delicate skin from the surrounding amniotic fluid and from scratches as she twists and turns. This waxy substance will be quickly absorbed into her skin soon after she is born. She can now respond to sound. Her lungs are fairly well developed and she would stand a good chance of survival if born at this time."
As Super Bowl champions return inflated to Green Bay and the defeated Steelers sulk home to Pittsburg, our nation sighs under the pains of opulence. What comes supersized always exacts a fallout. Nehemiah 9-11.
And thoughts of cherished survivors listening to today's reptile and amphibian stories will haunt my thoughts & prayers.
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