Every day, I wake up and think, "Today's the day! First thing this morning, I'm going to get to that computer and type out exactly what happened on May 7, 2010."
And then Kieran wakes up. (That's his name, by the way.) So I nurse him and (as soon as my toes uncurl) I run my fingers through his silky black hair. I kiss his cheeks about a hundred times and then I change an impossibly tiny diaper that has ballooned to a softball. I make sure the kids have their lunches for school and grab a cup of coffee and I jump in the shower. Then Kieran wakes up again and I put on "Dora" for Teyla before I sit down to feed the baby. And then Corey comes home from the morning school run and talks to Kieran while I empty the dishwasher and fold a load of laundry and ohmygoodness it's lunchtime already.
And the next thing you know, it's nighttime and I have just enough time to read a few blogs before I do the whole thing over again.
But here's the thing: It sounds crazy. But it isn't.
It's pure love.
My heart aches from the blessings. I'm wallowing in gratitude.
These lives that we have. They are so precious. So beautiful. And time pushes us forward at an ever-quickening pace.
I try to soak up each minute. And even then, I find that droplets are lost.
So forgive me as I work toward regaining my balance and finding time to write again.
For now, I am drunk with joy.
