I need to stop delaying blog posts because I haven't edited photos to perfection. Or because I don't have something profound to say.
Sometimes life just "is".
It's just me feeding my baby girl. In my lap instead of a high chair because she's the 2nd child and gets the shaft. If only Rich would snap pictures of me other than first thing in the morning.
It's just Charlie vacuuming up the stuffing from another dog toy destroyed by Cook. He just can't let it stay on the carpet. It. Must. Be. Cleaned.
It's just work and grocery shopping and watching The Voice and having lunch with your mentor and saying goodbye to fantastic bosses and reading A Thousand Splendid Suns.
Living the dream.