The last almost two weeks have been, well, kind of a mess. First, I fell down the stairs and messed up my tailbone. Then, just days later, DJ and Dom both got the worst cold they’ve probably ever had. That I didn’t catch it was a miracle. DJ missed a lot of school, Dom missed work, and I was here, working from home like I always do. It was a rough six days, to be honest.
I’m tired this morning; the kind of tired that coffee cannot fix. DJ is back and school and Dom is back at work but my mind and my heart haven’t quite caught up.
And so I wanted to look at something beautiful. Be reminded of something beautiful.
Like three blissful, child-free, relaxing days in Maui this past December.
I began every morning by sipping on a mimosa while I wrote. We walked miles and miles every day. I ate my weight in poke and fish tacos. Dom, the non-reader, read my newest book, unafraid of wielding the pink cover in public. It was… perfect.