work.

 It feels like I have been working on the above work forever, like fooorrrrevvvvah. I am sure I have talked about the actual piece. Repetition of daily acts and motherhood...

Wash face, wash, dry, repeat. Kiss boo-boo, wash, dry, repeat. Buy band-aids, wash, dry, repeat. Tuck-in, wash, dry, repeat. Do dishes, wash, dry, repeat. Make dinner, wash, dry, repeat. Read bed-time story, wash, dry, repeat. Say I love you, wash, dry, repeat. etc, etc.

I really wanted it to be about repetition.  But also the love built into that.
And it is taking forever. But I see the end. I am not there yet but I see it. And I am excited.