Can I tell you the truth? Last summer I started praying for humility. Even the tiniest bit would be fantastic, you know? And since then, nothing really feels worth writing about. What could I possibly say that hasn't been said? What could really come out of this head that is so important it should be written out there on the Internet? All of the things that once lt so important to write down and all of that "wisdom" that felt so necessary to impart just sort of floated off into nowhere.
Sheesh. That sounds depressing. Really, I'm so happy, but at the end of the day I just want to stop my brain and let it all sort of fall out of my head. There isn't a whole lot in there worth opening my mouth for at present. When I have a moment to think, I just prefer to think to myself rather than spread my thoughts around. How on earth did that happen?! Maybe I'm growing up? Maybe my prayers were truly heard? What felt last year like something that needed to be said now just sort of feels like more prattle that I just don't need to unleash. There is so much to fill our heads these days. I'm almost feel bad taking up your precious time. Go say a prayer or something! Do some squats!
Things here are awesome. The boys just turned two and they're so cute I just chew on them all day. Claire is incredibly full of herself and we secretly delight in it. Today she was walking into the church nursery with her blanket on her head and declared, "uuugggghh....I am so freaking tired!" Who really wants to discipline that more than they want to giggle at it? Claire is truly the puppet master around here, and she just pulls our strings alllll dayyyyy loooong. Molly is adorable, but exercising her new-found kindergartner attitude. She's spending a lot of time with her head hung in shame for her lippy backchat. Good thing she's cute. And Lucy? She's awesome. So funny and capable. Those first-Borns are just so cool, aren't they? She's just so grown-up and friendly. Nothing about that kid that isn't agreeable and nice. 7 fits her well. Andrew is still super cute and amazing. Love that guy. He manages to make all of this chaos fun, somehow. Life's a wonderful ride with him.
And I am good. Remicade is going great, with a few minor side effects here and there. Nothing earth shattering. I love it! I have had almost a full year completely in the game and playing actively. Amaaaaazing! Every eight weeks, I spend two hours with an IV and three hours with a headache and life is lovely again. Compared to this time last year, it's heavenly!
What else? Stone thinks he's allowed to sleep on our bed now. Fool.
Well, my humility and I have to get up at 5:30.
