I wish I had a good excuse, but I don't. I had to drag myself to the keyboard tonight. Life has been happening all around me. In a good way. In the best way.
I've been writing. I've been reading. I've been loving, and living, and breathing.
What more can a person ask for?
Not much really.
But if I could, I'd ask for more time. But I don't want more time for the mundane. I don't want more hours in the day for chores, for dishes, for laundry. I don't want more time for phone calls and emails, or Target trips.
I want more time for kisses before bed. I want more time for after dinner ice cream sandwiches. I want more time for late night giggles, while watching that hilarious movie with the one you love, while the kids sleep soundly. I want more time to breathe, to think, to feel.
But I since I can't squeeze any more hours out of a day, I'll stop and enjoy those hours instead. Away from the keyboard, away from the sink, away from the washing machine. And I won't apologize.