Six.

Six weeks (about) without posting. Six months of marriage. I've thought quite a bit over the last couple of weeks about writing on the blog again. The point of taking out the writing in the first place was so that I didn't share too much of what was going on in our young marriage. Not from the stand point of excluding my tiny audience from drama--no, he did not say "I have six children in Cambodia. I hope you're ok with that."--but from place of wanting to learn what was just 'ours' and what I wanted to share. It's an interesting balance. I don't think that I've quite achieved everything I want in that arena but I feel like I know where the fences are. So! In short, words are back!

Yes, I still think that marriage is weird. I can't remember if I've written about that here before but it's true. I'll probably write about it more later. Should you confuse 'weird' with 'I'm unhappy' then you ought not read this blog.

Now, to that six months of marriage bit with just a touch of sap. I went walking with friends this morning, I'm working on getting into a more elongated shape, and (because they are both skinny, fast walkers) I collapsed back into bed for a short nap after. When I woke up there were three dogs on my bed and a cat staring down at me from the headboard. I turned over and I saw this...



I chuckled because it's the prefect expression of what I feel. All sorts of elements, a few surprises and lots of light. And that's just about how all the last six months have been.