The girls are at school. Gregg is headed to the airport. Mitch and Liz are in their new apartment for the first time last night. Chase is in Brooklyn and we don’t have a foster kid. I am officially hope alone at 8 am on a Monday.  And I am emotional.  I am intentionally trying to feel this moment.  I am not making to-do lists or cleaning, I am feeling.  And its weird.

I am intentionally taking time.  Enjoying space.  But I haven’t done it in so long it feels awkward.  This is my revelation.

I have no words of wisdom.  No epiphanies.  Just quiet and time.

‘Revelation is a terrible thing…because once you see, you cannot unseen.’