This is too funny ... I put Joey's name in ... and it's actally pretty accurate! Look here:

How to make a Josephine

Ingredients: 5 parts friendliness 3 parts crazyiness 5 parts ego

Method: Layer ingredientes in a shot glass. Add emotion to taste! Do not overindulge!

Did you ever notice the way ... as you grow older and more mature, different things stand out to your heart?

I have always loved the movie "Titanic." I thought Jack and Rose had a beautiful story and I thought Leo and Kate were great in their parts. Both great actors and with obvious chemistry.

The thing that always struck me was a little image from the end. As the ship was sinking the camera shows an old couple in each others' arm. I always thought that it was a very sweet picture ... Neither panicking or fighting. But through their fear, each was content to let go of life and die in the arms of the other.

The last time I saw this movie, I was still young and naive. In love with love and destined (or so I hoped) for romance.

Today I watched as a woman, as a mother. the scene with the older couple still touched the part of my heart that will always yearn for romance. But there was another scene, another short moment in time. It shows a mother and her two children. They are nestled in bed as the ship takes it's dive, and she, in a thick Irish (Scottish?) brogue is telling them a bedtime story. Her voice trembles but the children seem unafraid. They have no clue they are going to die.

I thought to myself, "What will she do once they are asleep? When the cold water touches them they will awaken and still die fearfully ... Will there even be enough time for them to fall asleep?"

This scene touched my heart ... not the romantic bit which, is dying more and more as the years go by, but the peice which is and was always the heart of a mommy.

For a split second, it was my little Josephine in that bed with me struggling to tell a story and ease a fearful child's heart. What would I do?

I don't know what I would have done, and I can only hope to never know ... But lots of merciful ways to save my little one flashed through my head. I don't like the feeling, the knowledge that I would do anything to protect her. Anything. But then, at least I am one of the mothers who would do anything. Many would do nothing.

What would YOU do?

God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.

Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him
Forever in the next.
Amen.
          --Reinhold Niebuhr