Usually, when I sit down to write--fingertips hovering over white alphabet keys, computer screen softly glowing in my eyes--I have a carefully thought-out idea as to what my post will be. It has a beginning, a middle, a lesson or a funny anecdote, an ending.
Today is a little different in that I have so many thoughts bumping around in my head, but with so little
structure and order. It is as though my heart is swelling within my chest, my
friends, making it difficult to take deep breaths. My feelings of total
and sincere gratitude are filling up all the achy cracks in my weary
mama's body, and if I don't sit down and just write...I. Might. Burst.