Some days, it seems that my goal all day is this moment. The girls are asleep, all three of them. The dog is fed, silent and in her crate. Dustin is at work and I'm alone. Actually alone, and I can breathe. I don't know how to explain it, exactly. Either you get it, or you don't.

So, deep breath.

Playlist.com is playing in the background. It just switched from Leonard Cohen's 'Everybody Knows' to Natasha Bedingfield. I've always had an eclectic taste in music. Dustin says my genre is Blues. I don't know, I just know what I like, what speaks my thoughts.

My babies are growing. I've heard that's what happens when you consistently feed them.... Faith turned 4 and that would be bad enough, but Abby will be 3 on Sunday and Diana is crawling. Faith spontaneously wrote her name the other day. She's my absorber. Abby is my struggler, not because it's hard, but because everything in her refuses to think that I might just be right.... My mother says she can't believe I ended up with my sister's child. I just smile and roll my eyes and shake my head and say a little prayer. Faith comes up with the most brilliant things, sometimes. I have this theory, that we're super-smart when we're children, we see everything as it is and as it might be; but as we get older, we start listening more and more to everyone else and losing a little more of that brilliance as we go. I don't know. {I keep having to stop myself from typing 'idk', and lol}

Everything else I'm coming up to write about is sounding dumb, so I'm outta here