12/13/19

Holiday party.

At Tao, of all places. Very swanky, very loud, very good apps.

12/11/19

Tree lighting.

From the town tree lighting: one of the most magical nights of the year.

12/9/19

Santa at the Plaza.

Over the weekend, we went into NYC to introduce the kids to the Plaza's amazing Santa (a true gem, really). Ahead of us were several families in matching outfits, hair held together with several coats of hairspray, bows fluffed and sweaters free of lint.

And then there were these kids, whose parents clearly lack observation skills and should probably be concerned that the baby is scarred for life. Go, us.

12/5/19

From the first week of December.

a Christmas reunion dinner with friends I love (8 years of friendship: difficult and easy to believe). afternoons in the office with the best December sunsets. mornings in Central Park, dusted in snow. cold deep down to your bones, and we are alive - here at the close of a decade - to feel it.

11/29/19

From Thanksgiving.

trips down and back while the babies sleep. a table that has not changed in years (familiarity we love). a stroller race through the George Mason campus. voices in the kitchen. family stories. blessings counted.

11/27/19

10 years ago.

One decade ago last weekend, Blake drove up to Massachusetts to propose. In a parking lot in the pouring rain, he asked if I would marry him, not knowing the mountains there were to climb or the small, everyday moments that would take our breath away or the tears we'd shed over broken things or the way our hearts would explode when our babies were born.

And I said yes, knowing that all of these things would be better with him.

11/21/19

To remember.

The smell of her semi-sweet baby breath. Mullet curls. His little lisp. Him getting out of bed every night to snuggle (heater fears). Her head-over-heels run. Her love of books (current favorites: Blah Blah Black Sheep, the Disney Easter book). His requests for the same bedtime songs every night (Mommy Loves You, You Are My Sunshine, I'll Love You Forever, Lightnight McQueen on repeat). Their laughter coming down the hall.