Morning Thoughts

I'm lying in a room that smells distinctly of boy, or I should say, man. He has drifted into the shower and left me with thoughts of stardust and the fact that we are all pieces of the same universe. 

Will we ever talk about normal things? Not that I'm complaining, I love that I can spend my time listening and conversing about the universe and language. I am finally in a place where my intellectual mind can roam free to play. 

There's something about family the you're born with that makes you feel like you haven't changed a bit over the years. Perhaps it's the fact that you're still their little blonde girl who dreams with starry eyes while awake. Perhaps it's because you still forget your keys at there house. But, there's something so static about your birth family. 

Your chosen family, however, watches you grow. After you've chosen them, they monitor you like a newborn babe, looking for any new progress to tell the neighbors about. It's strange, but perhaps we are always children. 

So here I am, lying in a bed that is distinctly man, wondering what changes will await my infant relationship with the wonderful people I hope to someday call in laws. It is good.