Now, I know you're wondering "What was all the fuss about, talking to God through movement, rekindling the language, the relationship"? Its really a long story so I'll save you the long, painful details and try to get to the point.
Awww. But the details are to me, what makes it good. Here goes.
New Year's eve and my husband and I were home feeling deflated because our dinner out was cancelled due to babysitter plans falling through. It took a lot of antics and games to get the boys settled down for the evening so we could steal away in our room and ring in the new year behind closed doors. But at 11:30 our toddler son woke up in a panic because a jurassic cricket (more commonly known as a cave cricket) jumped on him awaking him from his sleep. He woke the entire house, if not the neighborhood, with screams only the best ladies in horror movies could belt. To say he was traumatized would be an enormous understatement.
