I am lying here with so much to say… So many thoughts and as always nowhere to begin. Always 1am, always buzzing.
In just this past moment I was imagining Wry’s 2nd trip to Denmark, the possibility of it being soon… And how much it breaks my heart to think of him excited and eager for the airplane, Olemor’s-land, and then asking where his Daddy is. MAP has a tight schedule and we have always agreed that going overseas for a week is insane because the time is takes for jetlag to wear off is nearly as long if not more.
Well I retract my feelings about that. Because as fast as the weeks go with my babies, a week is also a vast period for us, so full of new things, milestones, laughter, tears… A thousand adventures in 7 days. Fleeting but deeply etched in my heart.
So no. No longer is “just a week” just a week. A week is so much longer and richer than no time at all. A week is an open chapter just waiting for a Wryter & a Story… And a me and a you, baby.
Please, let’s go.