Concerts

Tonight, my mom went to a concert of a friend of mine. And I didn’t mind. I got to listen, and even watch a bit, from the reasonable comfort of my own bed. Yes, my daughter was attacking me as she nursed for a good chunk of the time, but it was still much better if an environment than being out at a club in sketchy downtown Houston at 10:3 at night. It was enough to be out for a semi-late dinner in a loud environment with her. She needed to be home, and I needed to be with her, for the sanity of both of us.

Granted, as I typed that, she bit my nipple, so, not the greatest, after all. But still better than a loud and grungy club late at night, knowing my daughter is either crying or passed out (meaning I won’t get much sleep before she’s up to nurse again).

Anyway, thanks, Mom.

God, keep them safe tonight especially, please. Keep my husband and daughter safe and well always, please. Help us to exude love with one another always. Thank you for our family and home. Please keep it all safe and in your hands. In your name, we pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2025