I had grand plans to end 2016. Thoughtful pieces were on
deck to publish, plans to connect with more readers were being finalized; I was ready to end the year with a big bang
and welcome 2017 with as much optimism and hope that I could.
Wrap up a blog, start another, concentrate on writing more
fiction, and tell more of my parenting stories: this was my to-do lists for the new year.
Then, life—in its most unexpected and surprisingly
delightful manner—quite literally got in the way.
Ever heard of the expression: Man plans, God laughs?
Well, I can safely say that God has one of the greatest senses
of humors known to man. Because as much as I planned for this, it’s still
rocked me—and my family—to its core.
My husband and I always wanted to expand our brood, and
though we always knew it was going to be a brand new adventure—starting from
square one and building our parental chops once more—we never knew it’d be
this…different.
So, in lieu of us transitioning from a family of three to a
family of four, I’m taking a little break and cherishing these last few months—where
brief silence is still feasible with a 3 year old, where early nights spent
binging Netflix shows with my husband is still the norm.
This break isn’t permanent, trust me. Words are my life and
telling stories will be inherent with everything I do. In fact, my unfinished
novel will be getting some much needed attention while we all prepare for our next
bundle of joy’s arrival.
So, for now, I bid you a temporary adieu. Be kind to each
other, now more than ever, and always.
See you soon!
