Can you hear me laughing?
Emma's grandparents finally got the puppy I've been unmercilessly pleading for! Our lack of yard has forced me to live vicariously through my parents...how sad is that?
Her name is Sunshine and she is full of puppy love and wiggly energy. Emma Jayne is falling in love...
But of course, Emma Killer of Bushes will always be her first love. Yes, the dog of Miss Emma Jayne's heart shares her name...long story made short, Emma Jayne just looked like an Emma Jayne. Trust me, it has been quite the exercise in confusion...can you even imagine the look on Emma Jayne's face when we discover some guilty pleasures of the dog's and cry with urgency"Emma stop sniffing me there!"?
Poor baby! And conversely, the look on the dog's face when we tell Miss Emma Jayne to stop throwing her food is just the definition of confusion. Poor doggy!
Luckily my parents never made good on their threat to name Sunshine the Puppy Emily. We are all neurotic enough for that already.
And finally Miss Emma Jayne is practicing for the life of a Biped...her little legs are on full throttle!
Sigh. Such. A. Good. Baby.
I'm in love.
Where have I been?
I've been overwhelmed.
I've been trapped in my own mind, rebelling against my responsibilities.
I've been struggling to remember the very essence of me as I try to balance the roles of my life that are all too easy to get lost in.
I've been increasingly cynical about my political nation and have had to swallow the bitter pill of my own hostility.
I've been watching my lovely and amazing daughter bloom and terrified of the garden around her.
I've been growing older and yet I haven't grown at all.
In general, I've been a big bag of no fun.
I have been listening...listening intently to my surroundings and trying to find my voice and the confidence to use it. Some days it feels small like a whisper; ineffecutaul and unimportant; silenced by so much that it can't control.
Where have I been?
I most decidely have not been here.
Bad blogger, bad!
In all honesty, I just didn't know what to say...or what not to say. I thought it would be a bit safer to wait until I had sufficently organized my thoughts into something other than a rambling rant on the state of the world and the state of my own reality.
I hope you understand my reckless abandonment.
Will you come back out to play?
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