Streaming
I wanted to update... but not sure what with. I can't even decide what little blurb to put on my facebook these days. I feel like I can't fit all of my life into my head, let alone on a piece of paper or a computer screen.
Still juggling. Still grateful. Still stressed. Still unsure. Still happy. Still loving and being loved. That's pretty much all that matters. I will let the rest of it go...
Siobhan's sleeping. I just made her lunch. I love doing that. I love writing her name on the brown paper bag, with hearts and smiley faces, and putting a love note and a Hershey's Kiss inside for her to find. I hope that she's having a great time when I am not with her, but if she's having a bad day - I hope that cheers her heart. She makes my heart swell with love every single day. She might never know how much I love her. Until she has a child. Then she'll know it times ten.
Life is crazy like that. And oh so beautiful. People have been saying for ages that the end of the world is coming. Sometimes it seems like it is. People (at least me) wonder about the sense of bringing another human into this world. It's worth it. For all of the pain; there is more joy in one honest smile, one genuine laugh, and a good bear hug can pretty much fix anything.
A good cry helps sometimes too. I'm not perfect - THANK GOD. But I'm glad that I can cry, bleed, breath, eat chocolate, make love, and pour my heart out with my fingers. I should do it more often... feels good. Knowing that everything is right with the world, in my world, and the whole universe. But documenting my little pieces and moments of it... when I'm not inspired to say anything at all - like I was when I sat down. It's always there. Constant anguish and everlasting gratitude.
Still juggling. Still grateful. Still stressed. Still unsure. Still happy. Still loving and being loved. That's pretty much all that matters. I will let the rest of it go...
Siobhan's sleeping. I just made her lunch. I love doing that. I love writing her name on the brown paper bag, with hearts and smiley faces, and putting a love note and a Hershey's Kiss inside for her to find. I hope that she's having a great time when I am not with her, but if she's having a bad day - I hope that cheers her heart. She makes my heart swell with love every single day. She might never know how much I love her. Until she has a child. Then she'll know it times ten.
Life is crazy like that. And oh so beautiful. People have been saying for ages that the end of the world is coming. Sometimes it seems like it is. People (at least me) wonder about the sense of bringing another human into this world. It's worth it. For all of the pain; there is more joy in one honest smile, one genuine laugh, and a good bear hug can pretty much fix anything.
A good cry helps sometimes too. I'm not perfect - THANK GOD. But I'm glad that I can cry, bleed, breath, eat chocolate, make love, and pour my heart out with my fingers. I should do it more often... feels good. Knowing that everything is right with the world, in my world, and the whole universe. But documenting my little pieces and moments of it... when I'm not inspired to say anything at all - like I was when I sat down. It's always there. Constant anguish and everlasting gratitude.