That's because we moved a few days ago. The day before Valentine's, to be exact. And to be even more exact (that word makes my eyeballs throb), we moved out of our old home but not exactly into our new one.
The past few weeks have been busy, disorienting, surreal...sort of like a cross between living in rush hour traffic and a Salvador Dali painting. Sort of like my brain escaped and took over the world.
Just kidding: my brain wouldn't have the faintest clue how to take over anything.
But I don't mean to imply things are grim. Heavens, no! For one thing, the cat ears are packed. For another, we are staying with my inlaws...which I know sounds like the punchline to a very cliché joke, but I assure you, it's been a lovely way to hang in limbo.
I don't think they read my blog but I want to say this: I love my inlaws. Every day I feel grateful for their influence, but lately I have been plain overwhelmed by their help. Some day I'll have to give you the rundown on my mother-in-law because you will seriously think I'm making it up. She is that freakishly amazing.
At any rate, we are out of the home where we brought Sophie as a baby and these two girls were born (via the hospital, but you catch my sentimental drift). The sweetest family is living there now with a little boy who reminds me of Calvin from Calvin & Hobbes, a tiny sister, and another baby on the way.
And no matter how topsy turvy life gets, no matter how crazy, how happy or bleak--the blossoms are in bloom.
And the sky...
The sky is constant, changing, and beautiful.