Here, My Dear

I think I’ve formed at least ten blog entries in my head lately, but somehow I don’t manage to actually write it. hard to type with one hand,when the wee one smears on my shoulder as she sleeps.

I guess I’m done standing on the terrace spilling out my guts.
There is nothing new for me to say about parenting and babyhood. she wont sleep without me. There’s a curse in there somewhere, I’m sure, but for now it’s mostly just so nice and cuddly. Mostly.

The words are gone, all that’s left now is the final colour adjustment.
I read back, old posts, old words, and think, these were really sad times it’s all over now. Unresolved issues, they’re a little bit like hope, only from the painful kind.
Take a step back and breathe. These days now, happy days. Wrapped in that pleasant blur of forgiveness.

I suppose that all the other reasons were minor. For now.