Friday, March 2, 2012

Raw edges

I've been feeling very raw lately.

Not rough around the edges, but raw. As if my nerves are exposed.

Simple little things make me well up and almost cry. Like a little boy who couldn't find his Gramma at the library the other day.

Or the sound of a baby crying.

Mostly, though, it's been my little owlet. All of his discoveries. The looks on his oh-so expressive face. The way he has suddenly begun patting us on the back when he hugs us with the sweetest little tap-tap-tap.

What IS this? Sleep deprivation? Worry over my ailing Grandfather? Sadness mixed with joy at my little guy who is growing up right in front of my eyes?

I honestly don't know. I've always been a bit of a weepy-Nelly, but this just seems over the top.

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