Oui, it has truly been a while since I have brought my pen to this paper. Life has been quiet, calm, and stressful recently, mainly with the colorful things going on.

Amara's pregnancy is going quite well, but she occasionally talks about having these strange dreams and nightmares. I try to comfort her as much as I possibly can, believe me. 

Plus, I have started to feel a strange feeling... Amara's younger brother, Christopher (who is the personifcation of Florida), is hanging around our home often. He always seems to try and outdo me in whatever I try to comfort Amara. This feeling is not in the same group as love or romance, the warm, fluffy and wonderful feeling inside your heart. This one is similar to that of the color ebony, and several ivy vines that refuse to stop spreading. I cannot think of the word for it-

But, I must admit, journaling this is certainly helping my feelings. I do not think I could ever tell Amara how I truly feel about my... issues. Perhaps I should get a therapist? I bet Arthur would be a nice one.

Au revoir for now, journal

-F.B.