The small things, that are the big things, mostly.
My family, I miss them so much. I long for the chaos of all of those girls and kids every where. I love it when I have it. They know you, the you that would embarrass you in front of so many others, but is you, unvarnished. Time spent in the silly rituals that made you who you are, but that you hid from as a teenager and would mean so much less to an outsider, I suspect , but makes it yours, your family, your life. I love them, all so different but so important for that. Each one of them is so beautiful to me with all of their unique attributes.
I'm having fun.
I am living again, finally.
It's like air to someone recently, nearly drown.
I can breath again.
I can be myself, Oreo's and all.
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