A blog a day

There are days that are full of things to say
and there are days that are just quiet

today was a quiet day

well

not quiet
busy with tasks

and a tiny scare when I thought that the Pixie had burned her hand -- she patted the oven door when I had it open
quick as a flash
how do they move so fucking fast?

I whooshed her up and got it under running water while she screamed
and my mind raced

but no

apparently the oven door had been open long enough
and the crying was from her mommy scaring her and pouring ice cold water over her hand

while I prayed
and then said a prayer of thanks afterwards
as I checked her hand

over and over
throughout the night

not a mark on it.

I'm missing him
but think that he's tired
he's been quiet all day
after some dirty AM messages

and now
I'm off to finish my tasks --
another hour or so of work ahead of me

and then I'll curl into bed
on this cold night
and imagine he curls himself around me as I fall asleep.