I spent much of today wondering what I might write here tonight. So much to tell, and yet nothing new. Days long and full falling one into the next.
Spring vanished without trace last week (a snow fall!), and now it's back with a vengeance, looking an awful lot like summer might.
I deny how much older my two-year-olds suddenly seem as they play together, chatting like big kids, coming to me with questions on behalf of the other, talking about the things they'll be able to do "when I'm older."
And the resident philosopher, aged five, sees me inhale deeply at some usual dinnertime shenanigans, sighs and says, "Life goes on in this condition."