I’m curled up on the family room couch. It’s cool in the house and making me ache for hardwood floors so I could feel the draft on my bare feet. A thunderstorm is rolling in and although I can imagine my Granny is pacing back and forth in her kitchen right about now, praying to heaven that the storm will hold off, I can’t help but hope that the wind will pick up, the trees will begin to sway, and the rough pitter patter will dance on the windows. A storm feels cleansing.
Both of my boys are sleeping right now. Daniel has worked so hard this week and after finally finishing his projects up this afternoon, he ate lunch and then crashed in bed. I’ve rummaged about in the nursery today, cleaning and organizing, while Drew has played with his toys. I could tell he was sleepy when he no longer wanted to splash the frogs or play with Hedgehog Friend. So, I fed him and then tucked him in bed. And of course, the minute I tuck him in, he scoots his bottom really high in the air and blinks slowly until he falls asleep. Precious.
I am so grateful that today hasn’t been filled with projects, planning, and getting things done. I have been able to relax and take in the moments around me. That is, after the fog lifted from the benadryl I took earlier. Children’s benadryl. It still did me in.
It has been awhile since I’ve written here and I am overjoyed to be writing again. I love to chronicle my days and when life gets too swirly to write, I always wonder if I’ll regret it later. Also, I’m not the only one who has started blogging again. It’s going to feel like old times.