Deep Breath

I survived the first week back to work after break. An always difficult transition that involves guilt, excitement, sadness, and joy. A lovely dinner of pasta and salad helped to finish off this week.


I came home most days later than I wanted and found the boys were often sleeping: sometimes in their own beds, sometimes piled in our bed, or even scattered on the couch.


But I missed crazy hair at the park.


Motorcycle riding down the street.


Or the afternoon this week where the boys found a real rainbow in their room.


They could touch it and see it and even put in on their faces!


That is magical.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: