I worry about the appropriateness of being pretty sure I love Molly more than Bu. Some days I think Well, duh… biology and some days I think That’s awful and that I am not trying hard enough to stay in in-love with Bu.
Then sometimes I just fall into the groove of the three of us and I love us as a whole and it’s like right after Mercury has been retrograde and things are OK again.
I seem to be more moon-eyed, Goddess chanty, hippy mama lately. Have you noticed? It’s a seasonal thing. Crabby-ass gothgirl of snarky blogging in the winter, radiant flower child cornflaking about the planets’ alignment in the spring:)