With my husband away in the middle east, I have the opportunity to have sole responsibility of my day. No outside demands and no cute ass to watch. The air outside is crisp but the sun is bright. I have the wedding quilt my mother made hanging on the line, sprayed with a lavender linen spray I made moments before. The laundry is going and dust is showing on all bare surfaces. If my man was home we would be outside without a doubt. We would be hiking, gardening, avoiding all responsibility. With a bright sun, there is an obligation in our house to suck every last ray up we can.
Today I am attempting to bring that sun inside.
Not only inside my house but inside my heart. I have missed happiness. I have been consumed with the ill feeling of morning sickness for a few months now. With only slight flickers of nausea, I rejoice in the change of seasons in this pregnancy.
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