Life is blazing past me, in a whirlwind of joy and frustration, dancing, singing, and really cool work.
And the flowers Butter chose for Mother’s Day are still gorgeous.
Like, breathtakingly gorgeous.
So I pause. And soak it in. And continue scurrying just as fast as I can.
As we do.
Yeah. That.
[Edit: phone neglected to insert photo, and now post won’t edit on phone. Good Times. Imagine cute picture until I get to a computer…]
Tally for 2013: three beach trips with my small people, three cups of hot cocoa with my small people, two copies of newly minted novel sent to trusted readers.
Okay, January. I’m done.
NaptimeWriting 