I was writing some dribble of an intro paragraph when I looked to my left and saw this. There are moments that knock the breath out of me. In a good way. This was one of them.
As common as it is, it still astounds me on a daily basis that I made this person. And he continues to live solely off my body. There are moments when I want my body back to myself, but then I am instantly sad at the thought of it.
Yes, this post is brought to you by the Hipstamatic App. Because my camera is at the bottom of the diaper bag, and because I am tired. I don’t feel like going into all the reasons that I am tired. Because, you know, that is just tiring.
Besides exhaustion? I feel shockingly good. I have a giddy sensation in my gut like I used to get before the fall semester started. Or a new job. Life is changing so quickly.
The seasons are quickly turning as well, but we have been having some awesome fall walking weather. (Except for today.) I’m slightly worried about cabin fever once the Chicago winter hits. Benton really enjoys the walks we go on and they keep me sane. I am not sure how we will keep that up in the ice and cold. Frightening.
I’m never really alone anymore, but yet I’m alone all the time. I have no particular place to be, but I can’t just disappear. Sometimes on our walks I just stop in the middle of the sidewalk and sway with the sleeping baby while I search for a four leaf. To anyone passing by it would seem like I was waiting for someone. But I am just swaying.