All year long I wait for Mcdonalds Eggnog Milkshakes. ( That is not an exaggeration.)
Sharing one with my Twinnie who appreciates their deliciousness as much as I do… while our boys gorge themselves on french fries.
A day off.
A dish of leftover apple pie with ice cream eaten in the silence of a sleepy house for the second night in a row.
An early morning.
Boys already dropped off at school to play in the gym before classes begin.
Toddler running around driving matchbox cars on every surface.
Citrus green tea guzzled by the gallon.
Binge watching Parenthood episodes and loving every single second of it.
As I did three days worth of dishes.
Over three years ago Heather and I began this space in hopes of finding moments for ourselves in the midst of chaos. It’s been three years since the diagnosis that brought me to this space in the first place. And just barely 2 months ago that diagnosis took the life of my wonderful and sweet father in law… despite all of our love and care and treatment.
It’s been a rough three years.
I am raw.
I rejoin this space for some peace.
I am hoping to come here weekly to share the moments of calm and joy that I find in healing.