There was a time where he owned me, most completely...

My baby slept in bed with me, last night.

The sun is shining in the city.

She asked me if we could go to movie night at the library. I looked at the date. February 18. I told her, we already missed it.

The sun is shining, it must be April or May. Thank god we've gotten through winter.

It's funny what winter will do. I'm walking around in a half-dream of spring. I've been feeling ambitious. Kurt and I are going on a date.

My mom said she would have dinner with the girls while we went to a movie, but it's so beautiful. Maybe we should sneak out the back door like teenagers and walk in the park. Maybe we should talk and talk about what we're going to be someday. All the ways we're going to love each other and all the places that love will take us. Maybe we should sneak out the back door and run.

My little one wiped her nose on my shirt sleeve a moment ago. Nobody else could do that. There was a time where my husband had gotten the furthest inside of me, where he owned me, most completely. He's been kicked out bed so many times since then, in favor of little footfalls across the bedroom floor and a voice asking, "Mommy, can I seep with you?" He's not allowed to wipe his nose on my sleeve.

There's so much love in one little place.

I'm so grateful for the sun.



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