disappointed

I really hate that when I'm feeling like I want to write something but the moment is exhaust me...
I should write about how lucky I am being a mother, about the miscarriage, about my India trip... about many exciting things...

but let me just take a deep breath...

It is

It's another page of me
another blank and clean sheets
but it's no longer only me..
there's you.. and our beloved..
and together we color the days..

it's a warmerheart here..