These days, life is made up of simple things.
Getting the laundry done. Then getting it folded.
Elle's rosy cheek soft against mine.
Thinking of things I should be doing, and ignoring them to take a few minutes for myself.
Loading my IPod with songs from Broadway musicals that I want to relearn, so I can sing them to my baby.
Working so hard all day that I barely have time to breathe, and kind of enjoying the intensity.
Running to catch the train home.
Having a reason to run.