I miss me

I feel like someone else's acceptance speech.

That is the analogy of the day. Somehow, that sentence above doesn't seem right. My sister-in-law will beat me with, well, something. Words, probably, her pacifier and nightstick all at once.

To my husband: You may not understand why I did it the way I did...but I do. I love you.
To my parents: Happy anniversary! 32 years!
To Justy: I could not be more proud of you. You are my joy. Have fun in school!
To my friends: I'll be back as soon as I know how. I need to laugh with y'all again.

So much to think about, not enough distractions. The prospect of yoga with Becky is calling out to me. Something satisfying about gaining peace on rocky terrain.