The less I write, the harder it becomes to write. The stories jumble up.
The big things. School finished. My camera broke (bummer). I'm feeling much better (super-hurrah!). Though I'm in that place where I feel like I should be back to my old self, I still get hard reminders that, no, not there yet. Sudden crashes or insistance that I refocus on healing.
But we just returned from a week vacation in Tahoe. Lovely days. And I miss collecting our stories. I miss you.
Ian found me. Sleepy boy is a mischevious boy. Off to play Angry Birds with him until it's time for bedtime stories.
Our family in sunny Tahoe. *Taken with a Canon point-and-shoot. Good job, Mom!