My insides groan on Sunday night... here we go again.
I can breathe again Tuesday evening, knowing I am half-way there.
And Thursday morning my soul begins to sing.
I like my job, and I love the people, but...
My soul craves the time... to do nothing, or everything.
I treasure the too-fleeting moments of the four of us all together and the times when we split off, two by two.
The sun shines brighter, the laughter is louder, and the love is woven through all of it.