We went outside when I received a text message with a picture of a nest of eggs. My father in law came across them when he was weed whacking. We went to investigate. Paul counts the chickens each night when he closes up the coop and there has been one hen unaccounted for at night … Continue reading Stormy Day
There is a concert that I wanted to attend tonight. It is about five minutes away from our house. I hesitated and hesitated about buying tickets until it was today, the day of the concert, and I realized, sadly, I wouldn't be going after all. Initially we thought we would all go. The kids would … Continue reading Music Performances and Little Humans
Can we talk about summer for a minute? I mean summer like we remember? I'd be longing to be outside toward the end of the school year. I remember how claustrophobic I seemed to become the further into June the school year went on. If there were snow days to make up for, it never … Continue reading Summer Summer Summer
I wrote this on Monday. It seems like a lifetime ago already...I'm still so tired and still so emotional so this probably won't be the last post about this. I decided that I needed you. I needed to tell you. I needed to see your face. I needed to see you. For the first time, … Continue reading A Goodbye.
Your obituary was published today and I'm feeling pretty overwhelmed by the outpouring of condolences. Because really, I don't deserve them. I'm heartbroken for reasons that people who don't truly know me can't understand. They don't know that I didn't know you. That I saw you for the first time in 29 years, as father … Continue reading A heavy heart and condolences to the wrong person.
I am a shell. Empty. Hollow. If you listen carefully you'll hear the waves. Waves of emotions, Washing over me. I am a zombie as I wade through the water. Deeper. Further. The ocean isn't calming. It's deafening. It's suffocating. The waves are stronger now, they are winning. I feel their pull. I feel their … Continue reading Not titled simply because my brain hurts too much to think of one.
It isn't you. It is never you though I often make it about you. And about them. But it isn't any of you, really. It is always me. You work hard to provide for us and for that I am thankful and appreciate you. They are little humans trying to figure out the world. Just … Continue reading Spiral of Doom