dry.

forgive me for my lack of words to you all lately. it seems i've been living my life, day after day, without the slightest hint of literary inspiration.

i feel as if i have gone dry.

i want to write. i want to blog, write poetry, write prose. i'm attempting a few things, but for the most part, i am at a loss to express myself in the written word. and that, my friends, is discouraging, to say the least.

but, i must persevere, however mundane the results may be for now. things at home are good. busy, tiring & sometimes overwhelming. but good. the baby is growing up, & is the sweetest little boy i could ask for. the puppy is growing even faster, & may not be the sweetest thing ever, but he's trying. my love is home again after a four-day photo shoot, and is so good to me (read: six loads of laundry done thanks to him).

despite the recent seasons of sickness, exhaustion & stress with all that's been going on in our lives, we are blessed. we never have more than we can handle. though it seems we rarely have less.


and for this, i am thankful.