I could really talk your ear off. I spend almost all day with a one year old and we talk, almost constantly, but about nothing really. We talk about the alphabet, colors, numbers, animals, animals some more, and tickling. We even talk about how much we love each other and we spend some time every day talking about Jesus. Love and Jesus are important and the rest are sort of important. However, my mind keeps running and most of it just sits there. You should hear me when Ty comes in the door for two seconds. I talk his ear off. I talk about nothing still. I talk about people I saw, bills I paid, things I cleaned and although I promise it is not riveting conversation, he listens. Or at least he is really good at pretending to listen. And to all of you who I call and bug, mostly my mom and Tyler's mom, I am sorry. I just have all of these words trapped inside and no where for them to go. So, I am working on that. I am writing longer in my journal and even typing up this blog post (which most people won't want to read and a few people will relate to). If I only had interesting things to talk about maybe it would be better. If I were only doing interesting things maybe it would be better. And then I tell myself- three more months and there will be another person to talk to. I can talk to him about nothing because I am sure he won't care. Hmmm like I said, I can really talk your ear off.