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.
