There are so many things I want to say here and cannot. Something big and fantastic and scary is on the horizon for my little family, a whole new way of being and choosing and yet i can't tear into it quite yet. But if you were here sitting by me i'd ply you with sweet coffee or red wine and i'd give you soft blankets to keep you warm and we'd talk long into the night. and i'd whisper and whoop and tell you everything, the words and laughter and fear spilling out until you begged me to shut up so you could go to sleep.
and no dudes, i'm not pregnant. please.