why

swimming monkeys.

i used to write.

i wrote to document, for catharsis, to explore, to share.

i wrote to remember.

and then i stopped.

today is just another day. but today, i am writing.

this morning, charlie woke up chipper and silly. he made animal noises at me in his crib before he would let me get him up. he hid behind his blankie and giggled when i asked where he went. he snuggled me tight and shared his blankie with me when i picked him up.

that is why i write.

and in the car on the way to school, charlie sang a song about the sun.

"sun sun sun sun sun" he sang.

and then it was john's turn, and john sang a song about how when we see the sun, we know that god is here. god makes the sun rise and the sun set and we can see his face.

that is why i write.

and right now i am taking a brief break from my new work-from-home job, where i am crafting strategy and devising plans, and learning and pushing and growing. i feel a veil lifting as my creative energies are being revived.

that is why i write.

happy thursday.