Kids done with dinner, and me tired. 20:02, Henry laughing at some Paw Patrol show while I look through pictures from the day at the Nurse’s house, in the pool and other.
My gratitude is galactic, and I find myself a fighter to tell my story – the BlogDesignTech intention.
Reborn and rewritten tonight, after today, talks with the Nurse. Planning on waking early tomorrow, going live with Quota which sounds like a big deal even in my own head but I’m dismissing it. This is not beyond me, in no way something I’m unable to meet.
So, celebrating… texting Nurse again… “Nurse, you’re magic, are you aware?”
Sure what she’ll say, just not sure of the words. She’s in no way predictable, my little Nurse. So grateful for her character and fire. Everything she says and does, all our laughs today.
Stepping into a new plane in my Story. Who knew, how was I to know. And maybe not knowing, the surprise and Newness of it all is the Beatific bow of it.
Of course it is.
My missing the Nurse is interrupting my concentration on these sentences, this entry. Distract self with my babies. Emma asking me for water, “Of course babe!”, I say.