The Post With No Name

When the Blue Jay was younger, I developed a mantra. For survival.
Daily life was tough back then, no doubt it.

The mantra, which I shared with many other parents whose children had intractable epilpsy, was simple.

This too shall pass.

Or.

This. Too. Shall. Pass.

Depending on the day.

But don't fret, this is not going to be a downer post.

Nope. This. Will. Make. You. Smile. Honest.



How in the world do some people find these things?

H/T to Kris at Reflections by Kris

PS ~ By the way, they're not actually a, you know, marching band.