Dear status update, dear Facebook; here I make a solemn vow That throughout my lovely married life some things I’ll not allow No detailed play-by-play of cleaning; no album of food I cook No, my menial daily details shall not be here when you look I won’t burden you with descriptions of how much mold I’ve seen Nor bore with exclamations of the stores to which I’ve been I’ll not brag of groceries carried through the snow, uphill both ways I’ll refrain from sharing every humorous thing my husband says Should I learn that Christmas trees can be re-purposed in a stew If I shout of this finding, dear Facebook, it will not be to you Though my laundry skill may keep even one sock from escaping Or I may once receive an honorary Nobel prize for decorating Though I may someday be elected as the president of water-filtering Or add to the English language quaint words such as “Milkering” (The act of filtering milk- but you must have known that) I still will not update you daily on my every inspiri
The ramblings of a woman, wife, mother, artist, and Christ follower.