Dad took off with my camera, and all four boys, to go trekking through the woods this morning. They all went, kicking and screaming out the door. And my husband captured this best shot. Well done, lovey.
I stayed behind and wrote, and wrote and wrote. A three-hour, uninterrupted stretch of time is virtually unheard of in my normal frame of reference. There were no school bells ringing in the background, no pick-ups, no drop-offs, no one else to take care of — save for the words on the page. I found myself gulping down the minutes like a dehydrated person stranded in the desert. I was amazed at how productive I was with the house so quiet. It was heaven. And I got so … much… done. I feel like a junkie — I want more.
Then, I missed them.