I’ve had all day. It is the final hour. 11:46 PM.
Grow. All I could think of was mold. Or babies. The time on the computer.
But then . . . we got excited. The Engineer and I. We went downstairs. To that place. That place where I thought monsters lurked. Organisms that would attack my lungs. Blackness.
I exaggerate. My mind embellishes.
Our hand was forced. The pipes . . . they pooped.
The outside . . . forced itself in.
And we . . . we sought advice. We cleaned. We waited.
A plan formed. A revised plan that fit nicely in our wallet and actually bought comfort and excitement.
A fresh place. A knowing place. Walls that are clean. Floors that are scrubbed.
A soft place to land.
And a carpet that is growing. I can’t wait for the boys to wake up in the morning.
Ah . . . I can breathe. Hooking up with my sweet Lisa-Jo . . . so thankful I was given the chance to write tonight.