warm showers. those wonderful moments of quiet introspection with the steady sound and flow of water gliding down from you hair, all the way to your soul.
with all the thoughts circling around my head like vultures patiently waiting for their prey, i think about whatever it is i think about at any given moment. deep stuff. you know, like, how i managed to survive 32 years without eyebrow makeup or if my big toenails would ever heal properly, granted that there is something wrong with them that’s disrupting their growth process.
sometimes the questions come with the impact of an external defibrillator, shocking me in the process.
if i could start all over again, without raven, would i do it?
truthfully, as delicious and long as my beauty sleeps in the past were pre-baby, i wouldn’t trade my life now for anything else in the world. as crazy and as hectic as things can be, she makes everything so worth it.
i’m lucky to be in the position of being the #1 person in her life, depending on what her needs are because jeff comes in at a very close second that the moment she decides she wants a playmate instead of boobies, boom! i’m out.
yep, just like that.
*raven at 8 months old