There are whole, green leaves on the trees outside my window that were not there yesterday. The grass in the yard has grown overnight, bright and tall.
I feel better. The kind of better that I can own, I can admit. The kind that doesn’t evaporate in the heat of saying it out loud. The kind that reminds me that my clock has moved so differently, and only weeks have passed, not months, and no one has noticed but me. The kind that lets my life forgive me as easily as spring forgives winter, and move on.
So, I forgot to post yesterday. Not because I was having a baby, but because I was spending the day with this one:
And this one:
And then I was on The Last Date with my handsome husband attempting to tackle this:
This is me being a slave to legalism and posting without actually posting.
In the waiting room at the pediatrician’s office. We don’t have television at home (just the occasional Netflix), so they’re frequently immobilized when they’re in the same room as one. Today we are enjoying the Disney Channel’s provocative series, “Dog With A Blog.”
Even dogs keep blogs, y’all.