I tend to do this. 

Sorry.

Sometimes it's because I cannot get private access to the computer to write, sometimes it's because I just can't seem to put the words to black and white.

This last year as been full of losses and gains.

Losses have been many.  In a little over a year, I have buried several family members and many friends.  I am simply too young for this.  Two friends to suicide, a young girl who lived far longer than any of us ever believed, a mentor and cheerleader that I miss beyond words, a former friend and director of drama, a gifted bass player and man of generosity and simplicity, friends from church, old and young, too many not old, yet not young, saint and not-so much saintly.

Yet the joys are many.  Reuniting with my twins, getting to know my daughter and knowing that within the week, all of my children will be together for the first time.  Acquiring a new craft and love in my spinning wheel and finding solace and peace in the world of fiber.  I still have a job, my children are well, my marriage intact and hopefully growing.  Family, friends, food on the table, a warm house, a var that drives, money to pay the bills, a body that still works, a God I know deeply, who knows me fully and loves me any way.

I am blessed beyond measure.

So tonight, I hear the laughter of my family and I am content.

As content as a little lovebird names Zoe who has fallen asleep in thepocket of my hoodie.

If only we all could stay that way!