true love
The house is currently quiet. I will call this a house for now. The sun is out. This house is a mess. I have the urge to write words…
The house is currently quiet.
I will call this a house for now.
The sun is out.
This house is a mess.
I have the urge to write words while one of my children watches a drawing video while wearing headphones, and the other reads a book in silence.
In silence, blessed silence.
It’s only a matter of time before the house is inevitably filled with screams.
I am enjoying this moment.
Unfinished projects surround me.
Allow me to make a list:
addresses on envelopes for a collaborative quilt project
list-making for the weekend ahead
the laundry avalanche, frozen in time under the bed
piles, piles, piles,
the phone bank I just left because I got nervous/
the text bank I didn’t realize I needed to do an orientation for
large glass of water
find more jobs
pleasurable weaving as resistance to phone usage
birthday thank you notes
dishes, dishes, dishes
and recycling.
Who sent me these beautiful candles?
Was it you?
They are beautiful.
I want to say thank you thank you thank you.
Let me tell you about my nephew who is also my best friend. He is a baddie little baby who is not a baby anymore he is three years old. He is very silly and gives great hugs. Last week, I got added to the daycare pickup list and setting this up required me to download an app which now emails me when they post pictures of him at school and it is a delight. I get to see what he’s up to out there in the world. These little ones have the richest lives of all of us right now.
I was there the day he was born. I went from my abortion doula shift at one hospital to the hospital right next door to see my brand new, hours-old nephew.
Today, he told my sister,
When Aunt Lo makes a kissing sound, true love comes into my heart.