K has turned into a snuggler. Which is huge. He use to be so anti-affection, but then all the sudden it happened. Perhaps absence from his mama made him realize how much he actually loved it when I smothered him in love. He has taken to a crayon, and can write a pretty snazzy K, R, B, H, i, M, O, and then he got bored. R is a stellar reader. His rate, and rhythm, and expression...it amazes me. My 6 year old reading pro. I could sit and listen to him all day long, except I can't because I have homework of my own. Perhaps I could have him read my pharmacology homework to me, maybe then it would stick in my head. He loves one-on-one time with me, even for 5 minutes. This afternoon commenced an epic lego minifigure battle, mama vs. son - the key players Yoda, some teenagemutant ninja turtles, and other random named ones that I can't remember. My Mr. is sexy as ever. Seriously. This 8th year of marriage is something amazing, and magical. Again, maybe perhaps the flow of busy makes us cherish every waking breath we have to breathe together. But we are in sync, and it is...love. J girl is a diva, wants nose kisses, double high fives, and fist bumps at bedtime. She is a sneaky little-bit, who has the ability to weasle her way out of, or into, anything she wants. She hates having her hair brushed, and insistes on choosing her own everything - food, shoes, clothes, shows, toys. Me...I'm just loving it all. The schoolwork, clinical hours, the nightshift job, and messy house, the clogged main floor bathroom sink...and the multiple overflowing baskets of laundry; clean needing folded, folded ones needing put away, wrinkly ones needing ironed. I'm busy finding beauty in it all.
This life. It is so.very.good.
Now where is the maid? Back to my regularly scheduled homework time.
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