Lying in bed deep in thought in the stillness of the night, my heart skips a beat when the doorbell rings. Time stands still. It seems and eternity the two angels on my shoulder argue about whether or not to answer it.
I give in to the one and open the door only to be greeted by a shiny red apple, mouthwatering in its own right. All at once I forget myself and take a bite. Only as the juice begins running down my chin do I remember, this is not my apple.
Heather Sargent - 2008
A down-to-earth wife and mother of four, Heather Sargent has more than enough to write about. From the insanity of daily life to the quiet, magical moments which include sleeping children, she finds humor and joy in her chaotic life.