From our weekend.

*we were at least 20 minutes late to every single thing - over-scheduled and over-tired are we.
*we celebrated the life of my dear mama, who is goodness and selflessness embodied, and so deeply loved by her grandbabies (despite what this photo would imply).
*we did more unpacking, more sweeping, more making room for the new and giving care to the old, filling our home with the treasures we've accumulated.
*we walked into town for dinner, a double date with Hugo and Minnie Mouse.
*we wrapped up swim lessons for a boy who still can't swim, still prefers playing with pool toys to sticking his head in the water. and I get it. I do.
*we spent hours in New Haven: stopped by Blake's new office (two big moves at once is such a good idea, you guys!), filled church pews, filled bellies with the pizza and cannolis that the city does so well.
*we spent an evening on the green, listening to the music of Crosby, Stills & Nash as the sun disappeared. chased a two year old in a diaper waving his pants like a flag.
*we spent an afternoon in the company of friends, carrying each other's babies on hips, lighting up the grill, passing sparklers.


A small reminder.

That each day (the good ones and the bad ones) is a gift, not a given. Full of beauty where we choose to see it. Replete with opportunities to be kind and selfless and honest. Chances to be clever and interesting and engaging, too.

That days come in twenty-four hour increments, and thank God for that. If you could negotiate more or less, you'd drive yourself mad. Time is too smart to play games with us.

That we get all kinds of days. A lemon here and there. Sometimes a whole string of lemons. But there so many very good days: the one when you worked up the courage to say "I love you" (and heard it back!) or the one when you got an unexpected note from an old friend or the one when you floated on your back in the ocean, pregnant belly toward the sky. Very good days. We get a lot of them.

A small reminder, mostly for me. Maybe for you, too.


House Update #3.

On Blake's 30th birthday, we slept in this house for the very first time. While we still have some progress to make (countertops, back deck, landscaping, etc.), we're quite proud of this place. She's starting to feel like home.

And I can't say how appreciative we are for the help of both of our families in this process - for countless hours of work, babysitting, giving us a bed to sleep in and a roof over our heads. We have tremendously selfless families. They've shown us sacrificial love more often than anyone deserves. Thank you, thank you, thank you.


Gus turns six.

Weeks ago (I'm embarrassed to say how many), our pup turned six. We celebrated with a candle-topped ice cream one weeknight, and snuggled him extra in honor. Our life would be so different without Gus in it. He is all of the best things you can find in a dog - companionship, patience and loyalty in spades - and day by day I find reason to love him more.

Worth remembering.

The kindness of strangers. The office at sunset. The long way home, through dimly-lit streets and past ivy-covered brownstones. A stop for the necessary: eyebrow wax and ice cream. A drive up 5th, windows down, summer breeze, the sounds of Manhattan - all life and light.


Cape Cod.

We skipped town this weekend - an early birthday trip for Blake's 30th, a much-needed getaway to the sea. A quick stop in Newport, an overnight in Hyannis on Cape Cod. We spent our days eating Mexican food, wandering three-hundred-year-old streets, and we took a rainy evening boat cruise around Hyannis Harbor with a delighted two-year-old. 

Sunday was for giant pancakes and a trip to the beach, where we built sandcastles and held hermit crabs in our hands only to return them to the tidal pools. I read this when we got home, and I can't say I disagree.What a place to run to.  



The carnival came to town this past week, and we headed over with Hugo one day after work. Our kid is still not wild about the rides he needs to go on solo (for reference, last year), and I love him for it. Much of life is better spent with a friend or two. 



...was spotted fighting crime all over town today. You can sleep soundly. 


Quick visit.

my oldest friends visited the other weekend, and we set out for clam strips, scallops and french fries by the bowl. two of the souls that know mine best, and I'm better for it. better for the french fries, too.