For Marc and Lily and Sophie and all of our family.
For friends who love us like family.
For our health.
For a cozy home that has heat and water and food.
For a job that I absolutely love (and had never imagined this was even possible).
For all the ways (big and little) that joy manifests itself in my life.
For you, sweet readers, who inspire me and help keep this little website going.
So very thankful.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.
Hope your day is filled with warmth, love and lots of good food
(that may or may not be wrapped in bacon).
We needed this weekend more than you can imagine.
Time away from the kids.
The chance to hang out with other grown-ups and be silly and sleep late and carry on real conversations without a little person hollering excuuuuse meeeee every five seconds.
And laugh til it hurt.
And enjoy each other. A lot.
Eight years ago.
Fresh-faced, excited, on the brink of something awesome.
Very much in love.
I have a nephew! Isn’t he beautiful?
Laura gave birth to Monroe Albert (named for our dad) yesterday morning. He was 7 pounds and 6 ounces and I don’t know how many inches long.
He is a total dreamboat. I could have held him all day.
And I can’t tell you how much I am IN AWE of my sister, who was informed (at 5+ cm dilated) that she would not be able to have an epidural because of a low blood platelet count or something like that. I just can’t even imagine how it would feel to have the tables turned on you so dramatically at the very last minute. She is a warrior, indeed.
Here are the beaming new parents, with lovely little Monroe:
And here I am, one smitten auntie:
Congratulations to my little sis and her sweet family! We’re over the moon!
More photos coming soon …
Tags: Christmas morning, kids at Christmas, opening Christmas gifts
I struggled in the days leading up to Christmas. A new wave of anxiety, brought on by I don’t know what. I just couldn’t get my mind to the Christmas-y place I longed for it to be. Especially for my girls.
But after a few nights of early bedtime (Sophie STILL isn’t sleeping through), a hot bath or two, a glass of champagne (thanks to my friend Erin) and my fair share of chocolate, the vice-grip on my chest loosened up. Just in time for Christmas Eve. Thank goodness.
Snuggled on the couch with Marc that night for our yearly viewing of “It’s a Wonderful Life,” gifts wrapped and under the tree, the final items crossed off my list, it hit me. Peace. I swear I could feel it in my toes.
And so began a truly magical Christmas.
Behold the plate of cookies Lily made for Santa. She was especially ecstatic to see the crumbs on Christmas morning.
I hope your holiday celebration was just lovely. Happy new year!
Spotted: sitting(!) baby, waving to Santa during the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade, Hungary for Turkey, my parents, our Christmas tree, busy in the kitchen
Missing: my lovely mother- and sister-in-law with whom we had a wonderful time on Friday (because I was too sick and pitiful to dig my camera out of my bag), and the Deputy, who helped me make a ton of sweets today (but would kill me for publishing the only photo I took of her making a face by the stove)
Hope your holiday weekend was happy and relaxing!
Tags: baby, baby splashing in tub, baby video, Thanksgiving
This is the perfect example of how one minute and twenty-three seconds can change the entire course of my day.
How a fleeting moment, a chubby baby splashing in the bath last night, can stop me in my tracks and remind me how very blessed I am.
Remind me to be grateful. To savor this life. To hug my family tight every day. To say I love you. To be generous. And patient. To love wildly.
Thanksgiving nudges me to be more mindful. To fully appreciate my life.
And today, I’m grateful.
Much happiness to you and yours this Thanksgiving Day!
Tags: seven-year wedding anniversary, wedding, wedding anniversary
Do you ever play that game … “one year/month/day ago at this exact moment, I was (insert memory here)”?
I do it all the time. Especially on special occasions.
Every year on Lily’s birthday I pause at exactly 11:20 a.m. to reflect on the amazing moment of her birth.
Exactly seven years ago right now, I was cutting a rug at my wedding reception at a country club in a beautiful little town along the North Carolina coast. Huge grin plastered across my face, tattered wedding dress train slung over my arm, squeezing the hand of my new husband.
I got lucky. I married one of the good ones.
(In fact, he’s upstairs right now consoling a fussy Sophie.)
And I can honestly say that I’m as happy today as I was in that blissful moment seven years ago.
Tags: mother and daughter, photo of mother and daughter
I discovered this photo last night and it nearly made me cry. In a good way.