Thursday Mother

Feeling edgy today. Almost all of the definitions. Not enough sleep. Probably has something to do with acoustic night, but not Fly.

Talking about what it means to be selfish. To be mean. How other people see us. Funny how we see ourselves.

Cole and Abigail, two beautiful children sleeping through the edginess, hand in hand. He found hers and she held on. Difficult to separate them.

Glad to know that it is o.k. for mothers to cry. Even on a Thursday.