Begining

So I go. We go. The words and stories will come and with them, maybe some release for myself in finding a private voice and quiet space to reflect and express. This day my boy is finally asleep for his requisite two hours and his mama is bone tired but feeling full of this simply and deep peace. To write. I am looking forward, and back too, into the thick of it all. I will slowly find my way. This is our story.