On this day there are hot foreheads.
And there are Disney movies playing one after the other.
On this day throats are scratchy and babyhood blankies litter the couches.
Cheeks are pink and eyes droop sad.
I am thankful for dye-free children's Tylenol on this day.
I pull close too-warm bodies with damp heads and rub aching backs.
On this day thunder mumbles in the far away sky And I am happy to be the mother on this day.
Let me just tell you how good it feels to be back in this space of creativity.
Can you do me a favor? If you're still reading (my blog has been painfully lackluster these past months) please drop me a quick comment. Just a "hello" will do.
I want to take a bit of an inventory of the place.
And...have you had the flu yet this year? This thing's not playing around!