Tiny Little Seeds

Valentine's Day, lying in bed (technically doing laundry--the machine is on), Giovanni, my three year old, sitting on my back, rambling on about boats,while I simultaneously blog and play Words With Friends. Mother guilt tells me take the boy out for a bike ride, wife guilt tells me clean the house, teacher guilt tells me prepare those lessons, but my old friend, Lazy, wins. After all, Giovanni repeatedly reminds, he will sink without me, so I remain floating in this sea of blue flannel, a life boat of sorts.

I remember vividly, my life before this one. The freedom, the deep lonely, the joys and the ultimate heartaches. Aloneness is a blessing and a curse. While there, I longed so desperately for the opposite. Yet, it afforded me opportunities to explore myself and the world, forced me into experiences, tapped my creativity and carved my independence.

Today reminds me that God granted me what my had heart pained for in my aloneness, a person to love and share the mundanities of life with in my husband Chris, the tiny little seeds of Vincenzo, Giovanni, and those souls in between that were named but never known. So,out of bed I must jump to embrace the laundry, the passenger on my back, the outdoors and all life's blessings that surround us. Goodbye for now my old friend, Lazy. I do adore you.