a few moments of grace
Things are progressing around here.
Funny how life keeps moving, how babies still need to be fed,
bulldogs still growl at you to play,
and sisters still make you pee your pants with laughter.
It seems we are standing still on a merry-go-round,
sweaty from playing too hard on this playground called love.
I spend my hours here reading books about raising children,
planning ways to sneak food down my sister's throat,
making homemade ice cream,
reading your letters
(each one has made me cry),
helping carry things,
(thank you UMBIE)
sitting on the couch for the best seat in the house to watch a woman rise from the ashes,
and finding that even the worst nightmares are strangely livable.
It's amazing what we can do when we have to.
But it still really friggen sucks.