Wednesday, February 5, 2014

And now there is Danny.

It's been two years and a lifetime since I've written a post. I tell myself I'll get back to it. Write about the galloping Anna does around the house with her imaginary horse, yelling "Ya" like Brave. How Ava is planning the 8th birthday party of the century that would put the Queen's gala to shame. How Peter wears his big red boots to bed and back. And Danny, sweet Danny, how he's at that infant age of noticing everything, noticing me, as if for the first time every time.

Times are busy, sleep is scant. But this is the best kind of life.