11/52

"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015."

Afon:  I could tell he wanted to be doing what Grandaddy was doing, so I got him his journal and a pencil, and he worked happily alongside.

Roan:  Now a complete butterball.

This week has been very tense, but not without its rewards.  We are currently visiting family, and it feels like every time I sit down to blog, Roan wakes up at that exact moment wishing to be nursed, or Afon needs a diaper change, or my grandmother requests a drink of water and as a dutiful granddaughter, I know I need to ask her if she needs anything else.  And so, things.  The lap top gets pushed back and I'm busy living life.  But it's been about a week, and I find that blogging is a very important outlet for me.  I begin to feel a mounting pressure after a couple of days of not blogging and a need to release that pressure onto the digital page.  I'm all writer.  If this were the pre-blog era I'm sure that would translate into the need to journal, write letters, or create a poem (and has in the past).