In the dark of the night, they come to me. Words flow, effortlessly.
I knew I should have written it down.
They’re gone now. The wisdom, the beauty. I told myself I should get up, force myself out of bed, to record these thoughts. They’re fleeting, after all, and all too rare these days.
But I didn’t. Of course.
I go through phases. With food, with music. For example, last month I was all about Oreo Cakesters and “Springsteen.”
Now, it’s homemade banana chips. And “Springsteen.” Though, that’s slowly changing to “Even If It Breaks Your Heart.”
And banana popsicles.
Next week, my son turns 6 months old. SIX MONTHS.
He’s not a babybaby anymore. Every day, he turns into more and more of a little boy.
Personality galore. Sense of humor.
He’s growing up way too fast. Time is passing by too quickly.
He gets tired (sometimes) of me holding him. He gets excited to see me when I get home from work. He has inside jokes with his dad.
He’s growing up way. too. fast.
Bloggers in Sin City is happening. I mean, like, RIGHT NOW. IT’S HAPPENING AS I TYPE THIS. And it’s killing me. (See also: hyperbole.) I miss everyone so much! I miss Vegas! The sparkles!
I’m going next year. #BiSC or bust.