six and sleepy.

Elijah is six months old. SIX MONTHS. And it is true: he gets more and more fun every day. It is so fun to watch him learn and explore and figure out mobility.

Elijah at 5.5 months, visiting family in St. Louis

I want to start blogging again. Because it's nice to have an outlet just to spew some random thoughts on being a mother and wife and editor/writer and 20-something trying to follow Jesus and figure out life. I think maybe my lack of sleeping fills my mind with more words. It gets me thinking. Last night I told Nate, "I just … can't imagine … how awesome eight hours of uninterrupted sleep would be."

I'm tired.