I am most scared when I sit and can think of nothing to write. Like maybe my brain is going daft or, worse yet, my heart numb.
I can always write about my 14 hours of sleep or my peanut butter induced heartburn, or how badly I want a Dr Pepper with a slice of lime. About how much fun I plan to have with Fisher and how greatly I look forward to our walks to school and making dinner and drinking a glass of wine while Ryan bathes him and we put him to bed. About how I want to visit my parent’s daily if they’ll have me. About how much I’m going to enjoy visiting Austin and those who live in it.
Now there is that smile I was hoping for…That’s enough for now.