This is a real tattoo, and the person who got it used to always say "I love you" to her grandmother, and her grandmother would always reply, "I love you more."
After the grandmother passed away, this was a way to remember her.
I had a wonderful relationship with my grandmother. She brought me into the truth. Someday I'll write about that. She is the only person who ever loved me no matter what.
And I always answer the girls "I love yous" with "I love you more."
Lately, I think they say it less. I have bent over backwards to show Carly's friend a good time, spent so much time and money that I could have taken a vacation by now had I kept it all for myself, and all I have done is frustrate myself and have the girls take me for granted. I hate to see them upset at each other or me, and one of the worst things as a parent is seeing your child hurt and upset, but knowing they brought it on themselves, that what they are dealing with is a natural consequence.
I live by the concept, one of the laws of thermodynamics, that "energy used for one purpose cannot be used for any other purpose." I am trying to use my resources wisely, both time, money, nerves if you want to call it that, all of that is my "energy." And today, I am tired. I have to go teach right now, and after that, I will probably have to play bookworm for hours to get over all the bickering that went on in my house this morning.
Funny thing, I was rushing from the grocery store back home before my three o'clock class, because we were out of a few things, and I was running through all the complaints I was going to voice while yanking groceries out of my trunk into the garage. And I passed a deer right there next to the road behind the Richland theater. A beautiful doe, standing there so serene. And I calmed down and said thank you Jehovah for that little bit of beauty to slow me down in my angry day.
Tonight on the way home I figure there will be a herd.
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