Growing up, maybe.

Oh geez.

It's been a real long time since I've written.

But it's because I've had to be real quiet, lately.

God's been talking to me. And you've got to listen real close when God talks.

{If you don't, you might miss what he says.}

Last week sometime the radio flipped on at 6:30AM, signaling my time to get up.

Let me go home, it sang in a swoony, light tenor voice that sounded quite a lot like Michael Buble.

I heard it and smiled in my half-awake state.

And then husband pulled me closer.

Things are changing. Life is changing. But it's good.

It's an adventure, and I'm not quite sure what's going to happen next.

But I'm excited.