… are of this scrumptious butterball of a nephew opening gifts.Because he just couldn’t get enough of his stuffed doggy, to whom he kept feeding his beloved ball. And every time I raised the camera, he would charge my way and try to lunge into the lens with the most adorable serious face. Plus, he was at that perfect age where he was a pro at opening gifts- all gifts. Old enough to really love tearing that paper, but not so old that he felt territorial about whatever was inside. He helped all of us open our gifts, gleefully loosening paper and grinning at the object, and then wandering off to take another dive at the Christmas tree or smother something in hugs. BABY IN ADULT SHOES AND FOOTIE PAJAMAS. I can’t even deal. And this hat, that he gleefully would pull over his eyes and then dance around like he had discovered the most magical thing ever, which in turn created the most magical thing ever. But really, the best part was watching my family with baby William, the first baby of the family, the one who might just have “baby” attached to his name until he gets married. That kid knew that every person in that house was ready to play, to throw him in the air, to share their toys and laugh at his antics. Watching everyone made me so thrilled to be bringing a baby into this family, full of uncles, aunts, grandparents, and one round-bellied cousin who already love him or her. I can’t wait to have a baby to toss into the middle of this crazy pack of people I love, knowing they will be caught by many sets of loving arms.
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramThe last couple weeks (months? years?) have had a lot of career angst for me, a lot of mixed feelings about where I’m at professionally, compared to personally. This isn’t an announcement or a revalatiin, just a show of solidarity to all the people out there sitting in coffee shops or cubicles or kitchen tables and not totally knowing what you are doing. When any of you figure out the balance between what you want and need and have to give up- you go ahead and clue me in.Happiness is fresh flowers in every room on this most Mondayest of Tuesday’s. And by fresh flowers in every room, I actually mean “James mowed the lawn, weed whacked, did laundry, scrubbed floors, and deep cleaned the kitchen before I rolled in late last night after 9 days away and today I am thrilled to realize I forgot to cancel my free amazon fresh trial so now, following ice cream for lunch and Pretzel Bakery breakfast, groceries will magically arrive while I catch up on BIP” - but I thought I would try to use what the internet likes to pretend is happiness, just in case you don’t share my understand of happiness meaning shiny floors and lazy groceries. It’s a metaphor. #itssimplytuesday