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Living joyfully; rainy days and blanket forts…

What do you do with two small boys when it rains for a solid week? This is what we did…

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A warm patch of sun…


My wild boys…

when I look at my  boys, I think of  a dylan thomas quote-  “and wild boys, innocent as strawberries…”  my little boys,  climb into my lap and cover me with  impossible sweetness, they poop on me as often as they can. and they give me kisses anytime I want them. my wild boys, one running and twirling like a tornado and one watching and waiting until he can keep up with his older brother.  the big boys, almost ready for college, still calling my name excitedly. wanting to tell me about their newest video game.  wanting to tell me about the girl he likes. God, thank you for boys. thank you for their clumsy, messy, sweetness. please help me raise them into strong kind men. this is an awesome task and one that sometimes wakes me in the middle of the night with worrying. a boy’s soul is so giddy, please help me be equal to this task…


So what do I do now?

I’ve spent hours (ok maybe just one hour) customizing this blog,  making it my own, making it pretty.  Now I’m sitting here trying to write my first post and…nothing. Last night I lay in bed and a multitude of ideas kept me awake far longer than I should have been and now…nothing. So I’m free writing, so to speak, while my one year old beats me around the head and neck with a DVD cover. He calls it peek-a-boo, I call it torture. So, lesson learned, next time ideas deluge me in the night I will commit them to paper. At any rate, my aim for this blog is to document my inner life and make it available for the first time ever. To bring my hidden facets out to meet the world and hopefully to find life there. I may be rusty at this writing game and flub my sentence structure but I’m hoping I’ll improve over time.  I don’t know if anyone will read this, I’m ambivalent about that actually, but if a stray visitor happens upon me I hope you will leave a word or two saying you were here. Tara