I've been reading more, and writing less.
Working more and cleaning less.
I've been making a point to be present when I'm with my boys.
I snuggle Jude close and breath him in as he drifts off to sleep in my arms before bed.
I linger in Jack's room after a book, prayer and songs. I answer his 20 questions, kiss his nose and tell him to stay in bed... exactly what he won't do. He'll wonder into my room and tell me he's scared and I'll walk him back several times. He's not scared, he just knows I don't get mad at little kids wondering into my room late at night... he knows how soft I really am.
My hair is getting long, my bangs are past my chin and I've just noticed how much I need a haircut. Dark roots are coming in and I'm not sure when all this time went by because it seems like my brain is just now catching up.
My birthday went as quickly as it came. It was a simple, happy birthday. A new book, trick candles and a slice of pineapple upside-down cheesecake made it sweet.
I've been going to bed early and waking up late.
And I'm going to turn in early tonight.