I had it in my head that once the machine of life got back in place—me doing design work, figuring out a nap routine for King, walking the dogs—the big transition of our move would settle and there would be a little more space to breathe.
Except that the machine of life doesn't really have an off button, and I keep tossing things into it, to see what might come out the other end.
I've had time to do all my things, but haven't felt like taking the time or energy to step back and record it.
Which is too bad, because lots of beautiful things are happening.
Like that kid up there LOVES Pirates Booty (classy cheese puffs).
And I got some of the best mail. Amy sent me photos that I had actually forgotten she'd taken when we were still in Winston-Salem. Let me tell you about how giddy I was. I was really giddy. And Daring Greatly, which makes me feel special that she even thought of me for that book. And a really lovely note, to "Mama B," which is my one-hundred-percent favorite moniker.
And then Cary sent me a box full of Camino treats. King has already dirtied up that sweet T; the biscotti is GONE; the granola is going; that coffee is so, so good and welcomed.
I'm so grateful that Winston-Salem continues to take up space in my home, time in my day.
Ooooh, I'm working on a new project that thriiiiiills me and I can't wait to share more.
Papa teaching King how to throw rocks into the river. She took to it quick. Real quick.
Where are you going, baby girl?
Nap time. We'd already hiked two miles to get to this part of the creek (river?), which was flanked by waterfalls. She fell asleep almost as soon as we headed back on the trail. Babies can sleep anywhere, with their heads in all manner of contortions.
Keeping it real, marker style.