blur

We all have "blur". For you it might be the subway train moving a little too fast and a little too close to so many humans. It might be numbers, statement, deadlines that never seem to end. Maybe its your children growing in front of your eyes. Or possibly foggy memories that have smoothed and soothed over the years. For all of us, the dreary, monotonous media voice can be a haze. The wee men that wrestle, hug, fight, and snuggle all their waking hours are my blur. Yesterday Elijah told me he did not want Tobias to go up for quiet time because "he's my friend, I need him". Yes he is. And yes you do.