Apparently, my muse is on sabbatical. I miss writing, but it's been the low man on the totem pole lately. I've felt like my life is just so "business" oriented lately that I have nothing to write about. This is a dangerous place to be.
I read other blogs and wish I had something profound to say. Profound just isn't in my vocabulary lately. But, I always feel a sense of transition in my life with the changing of the seasons. It's like my internal clock remembers the anticipation of summer break: days at the pool, summer reading, nights out on the trampoline looking at stars. Camping, cousins, and being carefree. I'll be the first to admit, summer isn't my favorite season, but there is something magical about it.
The most magical thing in my life is the rise in my power bill. No, it's not. It's watching my little boy figure out how to pick up tiny objects with his tiny fingers. Watching him learn to pull himself up and stand. Watching him squeal with delight when he sees a dog. Watching him clap and make a beeline for the piano the minute anyone starts playing. He's only too content to sit on your lap while you play and be a part of it. Watching him reach out in wonder at the glistening pool as we splash together. That's pure magic.