For the past several months, we’ve been home-bodies. We’ve engaged in very little with family or friends. Our girls keep us busy, but that’s not the reason we’ve been pretty closed off.
We’ve felt so cozy and secure creating this cocoon for ourselves as we learn and grow. This is new and warm and comfy and exciting and OURS. We’ve wanted to wallow in one another. To be concentrated, possessive, and focused. It feels selfish, but we needed it desperately.
How horrible is it that I still just want to wrap us up tight and stay? I want to savor and preserve. I want no extraneous diversions. I just want us.
I do suppose it’s time to let the world in. Or bust out.
But, I don’t want to.