Last weekend I was able to return to Hillsdale, where spring had not yet arrived, but where I nevertheless found my heart warm. My whirlwind weekend was full of old friends, new faces, and walks that felts strangely familiar as I wandered around my former college campus. One of the highlights (other than a dinner composed entirely of Bumpy Cake ice cream from the Udderside, which — for those who have never been to the bustling metropolis that is Jonesville MI — is the best ice cream stand in the world) was taking these engagement photos. I knew Emily through a music organization that she belonged to and in which I was a member, though my actually qualifications for belonging were ever in question. The gross rainy weather that is Michigan Spring paused just long enough for us to take a few pictures outside.
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramHE: Wants to listen to “Jump Around” by House of Pain on repeat and dances so enthusiastically that he frequently experiences bodily harm. Is obsessed with tunnels. Likes to help himself to the fridge. Attacked a kid at the park who tried to get too close to Etta in the stroller. SHE: Just grew out of her 0-3 month clothes. Laughs hysterically when she watches Henry eat. Still loves sleeping in the sling. Has a dimple. Just started sleeping in her crib. Can roll front to back but finds the procedure traumatic. THEY: Show signs of being the best of friends...if she survives his attempts to get her to dance to “Jump Around” too. #HankandEttaI am grateful that both of mine have been summer babies. That both times I have survived the infant stage, I have done it in the heat and sun and water. I am grateful that when the nights felt long, the sun rose early. That when days felt dark, all around me was light. Grateful for heat and humidity induced naps and miles in the stroller and iced coffees on repeat. Our magically empty morning at the splash pad a couple weeks ago might end up being the last of the year, and that was a good note to end on. Just my summer babies and me, taking on this city. Though let’s be totally clear: you KNOW I’m gonna be back out there in the water if we have one of those blistering weeks in October where DC loves to shove summer in our faces after we’ve all stopped shaving our legs and started wearing chunky sweaters.