Why I changed my blog's name. And a couple photos of plants.
It’s that time of night when he is fighting sleep like a little warrior. Mission: stay awake forever. Tactic: gain sympathy. He will give in with pathetic whimpers of defeat as he falls into whatever babies dream about. And it’s that time of night when I let the Mommy settle a little. Netflix streams, junk food reigns, the fairy that gets this place tidy sometimes makes an appearance, and I cozy into the quiet. This is the time I get to process the day; even if that is by not thinking at all. And on good days and bad; the days she wouldn’t listen at.all, the days he won’t let…
Too Good To Be True
It’s in the way the earth smells after a much-needed rain, soaking up and breathing out the very makeup of the living. It’s in the courage of a 13 year old writing in an annex while the world is ending. In the last bite of cheesecake when your mouth savors it for a few seconds longer and your eyes close to honor the yum. The exhale of a wife whose husband is finally on safe soil after a year at war. It’s in the porch-sitting you do with a best friend while you put your feet up and sip coffee. We are surrounded by holy. We are swimming in sacred. We…