Enough light.

Glow.

Even amidst the dimness there has been enough light shining through to help my feet find solid footing. One such light is my loving husband who is downstairs with an over-stimulated Arlo so I can keep up with my commitment for NaBloPoMo.This is an exceptional feat, because when Arlo is experiencing these feeling of overwhelmedness with this world of air, to comfort him it helps immensely if there is a breast available. Josh has no such thing, and thusly his job is extra challenging, and he handles it so well.

Josh teaches me daily about unconditional love. I have been noticing how I tend to project my internal frustration upon him. Also, when I feel stress often times he receives the brunt of it. I don’t know why I do this. I don’t like it and I am working quite hard on evolving through it. One thing that noticing this has brought to my attention is how very seldom Josh responds to me in these ways. I can only think of one time that he grew frustrated with me. This is amazing to me— to be loved in this way. He is one of my brightest lights.