So here I sit back at my own home. It's been about three and a half months since I have sat in this chair and it feels pretty darn good.
It's funny how although things are exactly how they used to be before we left they are completely different at the same time. Right now as a do a quick glance behind me I see (and hear- as do my downstairs neighbors, I'm sure) Tyler jumping from the couch to the floor, with about a million toys spilled over my livingroom floor. When I look down I have Dylan tugging on my legs with a whining voice that's saying "mama" and eyes that plead hold me. But, at this very moment, none of it bothers me because as stated in the very begining I'm in the comfort of my own space where I don't have to worry about all the things I have been since November. I don't have to worry about Dylan getting bit my a dog, or breaking someone tv, and I don't have to wonder about whos ear Tyler is talking off. Nope, not in this house, not anymore. I really appreciate what I have right now and hope it lasts for a while. (:
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