Me & We.

Some days I sit at my right-back-corner deskspace and wrestle with the want to WRITE.
Some days my thoughts go wild and my abdomen aches as it wills me to self-control.
Some days I play a movie in my head: Claire--kicking off her brown, leather, square-toed, grown-up work shoes--and flying through that glass door. Just to feel the sunshine turn her hair hot.
Some days I imagine Claire's Life if its current plans decided not to work out...and it's not that bad.

Tonight it's a night with the girls. Five o'clock sharp, we begin. And you know what? I'm ecstatic.

We will quilt hunt. We will Barnes & Noble peruse. We will Wal-Mart face powder and mascara purchase. We will GIGGLE, silently and roaringly, for minutes straight. We will add to our folders of wedding photographs stolen from the world wide web.

We will blog post fifty hundred times. We will read scripture aloud. We will kneel around our coffee table. We will hug around our coffee table. We will cook up some sort of culinary masterpiece, pulling its recipe from nothing more than our imaginations.

We will be we.
I am ecstatic.



P.S.
blogger.com will not allow me to font or text size change. Hmph.
How bland of it.


bland is such a bland word.
Which is my favorite: when written words are their meanings.