I know I’ve been absent. I know there’s a lot I’ve left unwritten, untold. Like John locking eyes with me in complete glee when he rediscovered The Wiggles. Or how Sam astounds me every day with the new words he knows (“Mommy! fruit salad? yummy, yummy!”).
We’ve got a theme here.
I know I should be better at this, better at being the keeper of our stories. Every night I collapse into bed and think: Another day without blogging. Sigh. And I had picked up a certain rhythm. Tonight I’m still too tired and too scattered in my thoughts to write anything coherent, but since I’ve just met a huge work deadline, I do believe I will actually have a moment (maybe two!) to breathe this week. And to blog.
I miss it.