The crumbs after the biscuits. The dishes after the dinner. The morning.

So yesterday's post *looks down, shuffles feet* Within two or three hours, it had become my most popular post to date - in three years. I received an influx of support, emails, tweets, messages... Mostly from people that I had never met or spoken to before. I opened up my heart to you and it opened up my inbox. It was amazing to talk to and 'meet' a few of you that hide behind Raising Men's blog stats. I was completely emotionally flattened by the kind words - I was literally shaking when I hit publish on that post. It's those little moments that take our breath away and make us feel alive. My heart pumped bubblegum milkshake when I read Stacey's comment, something that I will keep and cherish for the rest of my life - until I'm old and gray and crazy: "You are so. damn. real. You write with an honest simplicity that reaches right into a person's chest cavity and touches their heart. You are first and foremost a writer. A writer who just happens to blog. Don't even think about stepping away from behind your keyboard." I cried (I freakin' love crying) because I so badly do want to be a writer, because I've never considered myself to be one. Raising Men has grown my confidence in buckets and bunny hops, but I suspect I'll always be insecure and shy about this stuff. All I really want is to be an author, and it's hard to admit because it makes me feel so. damn. vulnerable. 

I'm a bit knackered from yesterday; the nerves and everything that came out with it. It was like I held my breath and thousands of little digital arms wrapped themselves all around me real tight until I exhaled again. You know? So anyway. After all that seriousness. How cute are these bunnies? Totally cute. The images are mostly sourced from The Daily Bunny. Okay bye.