I’m tired. Like really, kind of still asleep. My bubba is in that beautiful (exhausting) stage where he wants to be stuck to you with glue, even when he’s sleeping. I feel like I’m walking somewhere between dark and light – somewhere between wake and sleep.
When the blacks and the whites, and all the spaces in between come together in unity, we get texture. To all those textual moments that make blogging (and life) fun.