I guess I’ve gotten somewhat used to change in the last three years. Maybe I’m better at it at times than others. The schedule changes. The last minute “I won’t be home until tomorrow ” changes. Maybe I have just accepted not to expect or rely on anything constant. So, maybe I haven’t adjusted to change, I’ve just accepted there is nothing to rely on.
Yes, here I am. The cynical, smart ass Southern Belle you came to love. I have tried to hide that too. The cynicism. But, sometimes it proves to be too much and it overflows.
The dust is stirred up on our dirt road as he drives in off the road. But, thinking about what we do with the short time he is home….
I don’t think the dust has settled from the trip down the dirt road home when it’s time to drive away again.
Southern Belle on Caffeine 