Bursting

A whirlwind! That's what we've got going on around here. Don't worry, the grape leaves are all washed and dried and packed snug as bugs into freezer bags. And I am in Portland, so I have accomplished quite alot of the things I said needed to get done before I could set about stuffing and rolling dem bad boys.

For now, however, I am having a hell of a time swyping this drivel on my tiny phone's keyboard. Yes, I have an ipad with me. May I say that I *hate* the ipad that never connects to anything and is stupid and dumb? Thanks. Anyway, all I really want to do is show you a photo. I've been dying to show you this ever since I came across it a few days ago while collecting photos of my girl to showcase on her birthday.

You guys know Ellie, right? Don't you love Ellie? She has a phrase she sometimes uses to encompass her frequent feelings of overwhelming bliss. She says: "bursting with love and joy!"

It's just an expression, right? It's not possible or practical for one to *literally* burst with love and/or joy, right?

If such a thing were possible, though, I'm pretty sure it would look like this: