The best thing about being at home again? I'm never lonely. It's such a comfort, knowing that there'll always be somebody close by to talk to or hug. And if I want quiet time, it's easy to find in the forest, or in Vincent. And Joey gives the best little-boy hugs and kisses in the universe.
I babysat the kids today, as usual, and I played the Mamma Mia! soundtrack while I was baking cream-filled cupcakes, and Marie, Lizzy, and Joey decided to have a dance party in the kitchen, beginning with Joey asking "Will you dance with me Wizzy, PLEASE?" It was such a precious moment.
We spent a while going over possible baby names tonight, not even close to a decision yet. Eric, Walter, Eleanor, Winifred, Thomas, Ana Therese, Francis, Isabel, just to name a few!
It's strange, but I don't feel like I've been living lately, as if I've taken a break from my life, gone into a side room off the main hall, taken a time-out. It's like hanging in limbo, not sure if you're going to go up or down, left or right. After being on my own for a few years, coming back home to a place I don't know, to be living somewhere solid instead of moving around every few months...it takes some getting used to.
I just get the feeling that I won't be happy in any one place...but I'm with the people I want to be with; my family is top on my list. And that's enough to keep me here. Having the new baby in a few weeks will make things more exciting, I'll feel more useful, feel like I'm here for a reason.
Signin' Out,
Lyssie Jean.
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