Lordy, the drama. And ice.
Been an interesting past couple of days. I have found out exactly how dearly and deeply I am loved. I also found out that my deep and abiding fear for roads even _pretending_ they’re coated in ice is…well, deep-seated and abiding.
I’ve tucked all my loved ones in. In a few hours, I’ll go and wake them up so that they can get on with their days and I can get on with my sleep. The Girl is currently sleeping like a giant frog; legs curled under her, arms tucked tight against her chest. Golden hair is washed over her face and it flutters with every breath she takes. J is in our bed, curled over my pillow. He dreams, waiting for my weight to shake the bed. Then he will snuggle sleepily up to me, a human sized heating blanket. He worries because I seem to get chilled so easily these days. C is draped across the pillows of his bed, his face sweet and relaxed. I tucked him in about an hour ago, insisting that he sleep. We had spent the evening watching Trigun cuddled up on the couch. I love my life; my men, my baby, my job. I am more happy and content than I think I’ve ever been in my life. I am so afraid that something is going to happen to wreck it all. Sometimes, I fear that *I* am the wrecking ball; other times, I see it as an outside force. Either way, it is this huge _THING_ smashing through my life flinging plaster and debris in its path. I have spent so much of my life just waiting for the other shoe to drop. What is the price I must pay for this wonderful life that I have? No price is too high, I would say. Child’s trusting hand in mine; work I enjoy; lover’s caress against the small of my back.
Begone you foul wrecking ball. You have no place in my life. I despise you. I deny you any power here.