I am sitting in a quiet house watching my almost 2-year old play trains, talking to them and then adding the next layer to his landscape to further develop the story in his mind. Now and again he comes over and grabs my hand, saying "Play trains, Mommy." I love him so much it fills me to overflow in moments like these. He is so innocent, so happy, so openhearted.
He is full of smiles. He changes his mind on a whim. He watches our every move and listens to every word we say, mimicking us to perfection.
Every night I go to bed, I have thoughts swirling in my head. Things to do. Scrapbook pages I want to create. Gifts I want to make. Skills I want to learn. And, of course, daily happenings that I don't want to forget, but invariably will by tomorrow morning, only to pop up in a random thought weeks down the road. So, here I am. I may use this blog daily to empty my head and heart before cuddling up in my duvet, or as it may be, I may write in it once a month. Who knows. It is for me, but perhaps something I write or learn may spark a fire in someone else. Perhaps it may quiet a mind or make you feel like you are not alone out there. It is for me. But perhaps it is for you.