It's been one of those days...
I've been in the natural funk that comes along with my bud not coming home every night, but it's more than that. The only word I can use to describe where I'm at is discouraged. I want it to be November already. I want to know if Sean's going to school or deploying or both. I want to know if we can settle back in to Texas life or if we need to get Maryland in our mindset. I'm content, right where I'm at, I just get a little anxious from time to time.
I was encouraged to hear the Sean is reading my blog while he's away. Thought now my be a good time to work in a birthday wish list to this-a-here document. :) Kidding. I only want a small, retro typewriter that works. That I am able to find ribbon for easily. In teal or an equally peppy color. For $15 or less. Oh, and the final season of Frasier.
In an effort to appear in our story more than once a year, I had Simon pick up the camera a few mornings ago. It was a few days after we ran into a sweet old couple out walking their dog in the RV park. "Enjoy them while they're little," she said, "because soon they'll be grown and they don't come back."
After looking through these, I decided that they will be ones I pull out and mail to the boys when they're "grown and don't come back." Or the one's I'll look at when I'm missing the feel of that soft, white hair.
When Titus wakes up, he comes and breathes his morning breath up in my face, quietly demanding, "Bay nilk juice(berry milk juice)." He will say it again and again and again until he has a cup in hand. These pictures are real and raw and uneditted aside from a small bump in light. We're fresh from sleep, funky, and with morning breath. I should be embarrassed to even post them, but I kind of love them. Face bumps, no make up, crap hair and all.