Wednesday morning at 8:20 I stood in our driveway like I’ve done on hundreds of other mornings over the last few years. Charlie and Chanelle did as they normally do–fought incessantly over a basketball game played with a soccer ball and Meadow did, well, whatever she wanted, which on this particular day was ribbon play. Taza...
I love where this blog post started… and I love where it ended. Joy in sadness. Delight in fear. Treasured moments in the midst of trepidation. Yes and yes.I look forward to what this new year, this new-found free time may bring into your life. I hope it’s a lovely book, a warm cup of tea and time for you to grow and create… even more than you already have. So cool. The future is yours, my dear.