It’s far too late to be writing anything coherent tonight, but I’ve just now finished a few hours worth of editing my last two months of photos. (Otherwise known as deleting about five thousand similar shots of blurred little people.)
Oh, it feels good to finally be caught up on that little area of my life. (Prepare for an onslaught of Booker boys on facebook over the next week.)
I actually don’t intend to write tonight except to say this:
Lately my heart is bursting for my little boys.
Obviously I always love them (and would probably always say something similar), but at the moment they are just killing me with the cute. And the new skills. And the personality.
Gush, gush, gush, I could write a massive old gush. (But I won’t. I’ll save that for their personal blogs that I write without succumbing the world to.)
And since it’s approaching the coach-turning-into-a-pumpkin hour, I will just finish by saying this:
My eyes are heavy but my heart is full.
Thankful, I am.
Q for you: Are you an out-loud gusher? Or do you prefer to just reflect internally on your emotions?
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