Things are changing and different and busier and maybe...
I'm not sure.
I feel more guarded here.
Or maybe I just feel how much more fleeting my life is now.
It is palpably different than it was even a couple of years ago.
Even one year ago?
I feel like my life is speeding up.
It is just moving so fast it is hard for me to catch up here and process it.
It is hard for me to catch up... period.
But I like where it is going.
I am failing and I am succeeding.
And it is all a balance and it is okay.
My people accept me and I'm letting the others go.
Sometime in the beginning of this year,
I thought I was missing myself.
Was I? I'm not sure.
I do know I felt like I was supposed to feel I was.
But I'm not.
My kids are my success.
They are blossoming into their true selves and out of themselves
at the same time.
It is a pleasure to witness and be a part of.
This is the best of me... with them... in them.
They are great kids and good people.
And very funny people.
I love them. Very much. Forever.
And I know with certainty that their baby cheeks and tummies are gone.
But I am gaining hugs that really hug back.
Full sized hugs.
And the laughter of people that share the same sense of humor.
And the camaraderie of my little family.
I have raised a family that loves each other.
And that is all I ever wanted.
And not as simple as it sounds.
My hole is filled.
And I don't want to miss any moment of it,
It doesn't repeat anymore the way the long baby days can.
It keeps moving on at the speed of light.
And it isn't as scary as you thought it would be...
(just so you know)
Leaving so much behind,
Because it turns out you don't lose anything.
So, If I don't blog every day,
it is because...
I don't want to miss a thing.
I can always blog tomorrow.
Or tomorrow's tomorrow.