It has been a wild summer.
Lots of good.
New York City,
more rivers, and pools and thunderstorms.
The boys have been like thunderstorms.
Beautiful but hard.
I have been looking inward a lot.
(lots of parenting books)
And gathering ever bit of patience
from every corner of the globe.
I have not been taking care of me.
That is the key.
Now to do something about it.