Let's be that kind of friends.
Because otherwise my months-long silence could be awkward. And awkward is no fun.
So let me fill you in.
I also prayed my daughter would appreciate the magnitude of my love for her at some point in her future. I may have prayed this out loud.
In her presence.
Besides, he's cute and someday Zadie might need a partner that's not her mother.
Maybe he just thought Theo was a Pirates of the Caribbean actor.
But, dear friend, if I've given the impression that summer was a carefree gala; I have misled you.
Indeed, some seasons are hard. Maybe that's why I haven't connected much.
Wet dish rags are not fun to be around. Especially when they're being squeezed.
Some of you can relate.
Then this happened in the USA:
But it's lonely and friendless and heart-scraping when I'm not. The Isabel bird isn't coming back any time soon. She has flown the nest and the Atlantic. She is chumming with all the adult sisters.
This part of parenting does not get easier.
I will tell you that I'm doing better.
The family is doing better.
We've had health issues and lots of other issues, but we are on the mend.
Mentally, emotionally, physica...well, you know--all the "ally's".
The new ratio of guys to gals in our house has taken some getting used to. I now talk to Nial and Theo about feelings, cooking, kombucha and keto. I think they're learning something. Ha!
I wish you could take a turn in our little chat. Maybe gush about a new grandchild, bemoan your toddler's tantrums, share health fears, show me your latest project. Someday...
For now, reconnecting just a tad feels like the welcome whisper of a new season.
Kisses from Kstan,