we're home and tea is still hot in our mugs and we've already come and gone from book club. and tim and his mom are talking laughing volleying stories from the past between one another, and the girls are clean and warm and tucked in with legs, arms, books and more, spread out and over their beds. i am ready myself to fall into bed face first, and just start dreaming. to even, given my druthers, to summon up scenarios as i did in the past in hopes of directing the path of my dreams. but now most likely i will spend my waking minutes worrying and then my sleeping hours dreaming of worrisome things that i do not direct. but there are still a few gorgeous seconds between the the waking and the sleeping that i summon up scenarios as i did in the past. my name for that is hoping. i love it all. xo, tt