Every year I choose a word, or more accurately a word chooses me, to aspire to and guide my steps. But as we begin 2019, it suddenly dawned on me that this is the year I turn 35. It feels like a big milestone. I don't feel old necessarily, but I don't feel very young anymore either. I have had two children. Both birthing and raising them has made me tired in ways I could not have imagined.
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| "One's destination is never a place, but always a new way of seeing things." - Henry Miller |
"How many days will you be in London?" asks the customs official.
"Four," I tell him.
"And then where are you off to next?"
"Back home."
"You're only here for four days?" he asks in surprise. He looks at my passport again. Apparently flying to London for a four day getaway is not normal. "Well, have a nice visit," he says, stamping and then handing me back my passport.
That will not be a problem. Whether it's for four days or forty, traveling to London is always a good idea.
Thank you for teaching your children how to open doors,
not just for a lady, but for anyone who needs a hand.
Thank you for letting your feelings show,
with a kiss, bear hug and tears, no matter who's around.
Thank you for exemplifying partnership in all you do,
from laundry, dishes and cooking, to mopping up the floors.
Thank you for carrying heavy loads,
long nights and endless meetings, to toddlers climbing on your back.
Thank you for telling stories,
tales to entertain at bed, and tales to encourage and share lessons learned.
Thank you for loving well,
in the hard times and the good; when it's easy and it's not.
Thank you for living by example,
in not just what you say, but what you do.
Thank you for living by example,
in not just what you say, but what you do.
Thank you for being here. For the soccer games, ballet recitals, family dinner nights, s'mores by the campfire, dance parties, bike rides, story time and backyard baby pools. And for the scraped knees, boo boo kisses, thrown peas, exploding diapers, sleepless nights, broken bikes, sibling fights, and temper tantrums, too.
Thank you for it all. We love you more than you know.
I don’t write as much as I would like to these days. A lot has changed in my life over the past year and a half, and while it’s full in the best of ways, it is also very busy.
I’ve also stepped back from writing because of the change in our country over the past year and half. You may have noticed that public discourse on social platforms has not been the most courteous as of late. To be honest, it’s just plain discouraging and I haven’t really wanted to be a part of it. After the election last year, I was depressed. I was in shock. I was angry. I don’t think I could have expressed myself well, most certainly not civilly or kindly. So I was quiet. Silent.
But silence doesn't change anything. And in some cases, I think it can actually hurt.
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| “Folks are usually about as happy as they make their minds up to be.” - Abraham Lincoln |
So it's been a while. I originally started this blog for the simple reason that I love to write. Over the past two years, life just hasn't been simple. I stopped writing for the love of writing. Not because I didn't want to write, I just didn't seem to have the time to write what I wanted to write. Because I have been writing. I write for work; I write in journals to my kids, documenting their too quickly changing lives; I write grocery lists, weekend chore lists and to do lists for everything under the sun so I don't forget things, which I do now - all. the. time.





