^^Gus took full advantage of the pillow fort I made for Hugo.^^
^^I've been out running longer distances, training for a half marathon I'm running with friends in May.^^
^^sometimes the San Remo is there, too.^^
^^I gave myself mom points for making Hugo green pancakes on St. Patrick's Day. he could have cared less.^^
^^while Blake made a work trip out to Wisconsin, Hugo and I had a date. he picked out a train book at the bookstore and insisted on carrying it all the way home.^^
^^I cut Hugo's hair. my mother had to fix it.^^
^^we've gotten pretty serious about buying a house, and we're now just waiting on the right one to come along. have to say, this process is a nightmare for someone prone to tunnel vision.^^
^^Hugo turned into a 90-year-old man before my eyes.^^
^^and we took him to see the trains at a local pizza place one Friday night.^^
^^we've been on a Toy Story kick.^^
^^and I've been reading a lot (this book is great) while I nurse achy knees.^^
^^Hugo and Gus have been reading, too.^^
I've seen you put more words together in the last few weeks - "Mama, look!" and "Mama back please" (translation: "rub my back, mom"; he's definitely mine). I've seen your budding bravery, tempered with cautiousness, tempered with a desire to figure out the details. I've seen empathy, a hunger for relationship. Already, I'm so, so proud of you.
This. This is generally what I'm thinking of at 2am, on sleepless nights.
And the following day, all slush in Manhattan. Sure is pretty, though.
One of my favorite thoughts on friendship is from C.S. Lewis, and goes something like this: "Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: 'What! You, too? I thought I was the only one.'"
This is one of the truest gifts I know.