Oh, Fall. I love you so hard.
Remember when blogging was everyone’s way to stay in touch, keep a photo journal and chronicle the stories we lived through? That was fun. But just not reality anymore.
A morning at home: kids off to school and a somewhat open day presents itself. And all of a sudden I’m torn about how to spend it.
I need down time; I should just watch 100 shows on Netflix.
Not quite sure how this happened but: it’s December.
I haven’t written in a long while, but that’s OK. I have been living life.
Last week I got to meet my newest niece, a two week-old bundle of sweetness and perfection. I held her and marveled at the miracle of new life.
In exchange for that single moment of elation after I put the dinner dishes away and don’t have to immediately yank the lunch fixings out of the fridge to assemble school meals for the next day, comes the starknes