Friday
Apr162010
light
slowly recovering from six weeks of sick kids, doctor appointments and banana-flavored antibiotics, and learning to acknowledge and unashamedly own my feelings for what they are, even when they're revealing parts of my humanness that I'm not proud of.
like.
I am not fond of the paint color that my husband chose for our entry hall, even if I repeatedly asked him to.
sometimes I sing to my sons just because it makes me feel like a rock star.
on my birthday, I am four again.
Apr 16, 2010
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