Speaking of nail polish, I had about 10 stolen minutes of alone time while Husband brought the kids to VBS last week, so I quickly perused the blogs and painted my nails. Something I haven't really done since my brother's wedding back in June (paint my nails, that is, not blog-read.)
Those few moments of solitude in a mom's life is so precious. And because of this fact, it sometimes feels so secretive. Quiet time to think or to hear nothing.
As a 20-something young woman, years ago, time was something I had, along with naturally dark hair and no wrinkles. Someone I knew at that time, told me to cherish that place and I listened, but I was longing for a different place. A place filled with a mate and babies.
And that eventually happened. And it is good.