Just a Little Food for Thought.

It's been quite a weekend. Mom and I ended up at this sleepover thing hosted by one of the personalities on B98.7, a local Salt Lake radio station. It turned out to be just a lot of vendors peddling their stuff, and mostly really boring. Highlights included a yummy roll filled with ham and cheese, and mom and me sitting down in the lobby of the Hilton (where the party was held) talking about fun stuff, I only went because I wanted to spend more time with mom - so to be with her made it much less boring! We have such a fun time together.
Anyway, I just wanted to post this, it's my favorite poem - helps me through so many times of doubt and sadness. Here you go - and here's to a beautiful week!

XXXII

HOPE is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;	5
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I ’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;	10
Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me. - Emily Dickinson