"Slow and steady wins the race."

I don't know who first said it, but I know Rob says it at least once a day. Usually right after we've taken one step forward and what appears to be a step and a half back.

The thing is, I don't think they're really steps backward.

Building anything worthwhile takes time.

Oscar the Grouch had a pet worm.

Not having watched Sesame Street in decades, I can't say whether that worm is still around, but despite Oscar's famously grumpy disposition, he treated his worm well.

I met many, many worms today.

Rob dug up the garden row where I wanted to plant my heirloom tomatoes. Dug up is the operative part of that sentence. He then looked at me and casually said, "...you may have to do a little weeding."

A little.