Jeez… there’s so, so much. It’s overwhelming to think about all you don’t know, all that’s gone on… This used to be such a great space for me. The problem with time marching on is that the longer you wait to catch up, the more there is to explain.
So… let’s not. Let’s just pick up.Like old friends that can do that. Because even though time has passed, I am me. You are you.
I want to tell you about Noise’s first crush. (“I understand all those love songs now, mom.”) (I DIE.)
I want to tell you about Funk’s burgeoning gymnastic career and the feelings I have about that that are all feelery. (Proud. Terrified. Broke.)
I want to tell you about Squeak’s boyness and no-training-wheel bike riding and nagging demands to play with him. (It’s a really good thing he’s cute.)
I will tell you it all.
I just have to figure out where to start.