Sunday

Kristen is enjoying her favorite kind of Sunday. The kind where the breeze comes in through the window and the bells of the church are playing pretty songs. Doesn't hurt that I got myself back on the elliptical and am feeling a small surge of 'thank god I can still do this'. Exercise clothes are packed for the week-long trip to Phoenix in hopes of killing some time finding muscles that might be hidden under one too many burritos.

Without writing a small novel, I ask you internets, and feel free to respond privately via email and not as a comment (but you can do that too) what you think about this because it's driving me a little crazy. I have recently asked folks to think good thoughts if that's what they do or to pray if that's what they do, for my friends who are going through some unquestionably tough times with their newborns. I have been told that asking people to pray is hypocritical because I don't necessarily believe in a god. I'm a little miffed because my intentions were/are pure and I'm trying to build as big a network of positive energy as I can realizing that not everyone builds good energy the same way. I guess it's not a question of my intentions but rather of my choice of words. I could have asked everyone I spoke to to think good thoughts and 'send good vibes' if you will. What are your thoughts?

Milo and I have had a lovely morning keeping each other company. I have learned that I cannot upload video taken on my cell phone to another site without buying a Quicktime upgrade so I cannot share with you our latest adventures with the red light. But here he is in all his pretty boy glory.