Dance it out.

I feel creatively stunted. Worked to the core. And completely disconnected from everyone. And last night when I couldn't take it anymore, when I felt so overwhelmed, I danced. I danced it out.

Taking a scene out of Grey's Anatomy, I turned up the Bieber and let loose. Waving my hands, swooshing my hair, and not caring about my neighbors being awakened at 11:30, I danced. Ladies and gentlemen, if you are not a believer in dancing it out (or a Belieber in Justin), you.need.to.try.it.

Let down your hair, tire out your muscles. You'll sleep soundly. And all that other stuff you worried about before? It can wait 'til morning. Because tonight, you'll have a date on your own carpeted dance floor.

Moondance.

The moon came to bid me goodnight last night. Moonbeams shone through my blinds and danced across my blankets. He doesn't come around often. The sun is more friendly, waking me up every morning with rays of a new day, new hope. So when the moon shows his beams, I know it'll be a good night. And it was.

Today, on my day off, I always feel like a grown-up. Well, until I look at my Cocoa Puffs cereal. But it all seriousness,...laundry to do, bathrooms to clean, errands to run. Oh, and I can't forget the bills to be paid. And the funny thing is, I enjoy it (not the bill paying part, of course). There's some sort of satisfying "pay-on-the-back" for maintaining a household-- albeit, a small one.

Perk to being an adult? Being engaged. And getting my new ring perfectly sized to fit my tiny 3 1/2 size finger yesterday. And I'm pretty sure you don't feel a rush from buying foam hand-soap unless you're an adult too. I felt the rush. I'm definitely an adult.

Everett Charles.

Meet my new nephew, Everett Charles. If I could be holding him this morning instead of blogging about holding him, well, THAT would be the ideal way to start my day.

Who knew I could love 8lbs, 8oz. so much? I was there for his arrival. I heard his first cries (which were not too many). I watched as he squirmed around while getting his footprints done. I touched his sweet, soft baby skin while he tried opening those baby blues.

I've counted his toes and fingers...all ten over and over again. And I've memorized his face and how his forehead wrinkles when he curiously looks around. And oh, how he can nestle into my arms.

I've never been about babies. My dreams didn't include diapers and crayons and bottles. But when I hold a baby that means this much to me-- a life that means this much to me-- well, how can I not be all about babies?

Sneak Peek: Everett Charles.

I broke my blogging resolution. Tonight, I'm resuming said resolution. Just a sneak peek until tomorrow morning. :)

Think Spring.

When Adam made me a special dinner on Saturday night, he also brought me a flower: one that I was desperate for. A beautiful, purple hyacinth. If anyone is familiar with the hyacinth, you know of its poignant smell...of spring. Spring sunshine, spring softness. Of light and new growth. That's the only way I can describe it.

And in the wake of another snow-fall outside my sliding glass door, here sits my purple hyacinth. A constant reminder both with sight and smell of the coming of spring. The groundhog may have predicted 6 more weeks of snow (right?), but in my living room right this second, its spring. And I couldn't be happier.