This is what nearly 18 years looks like; we need a new photo.
Nineteen years ago today I attended the best wedding I’d ever been to—my own. By definition, best is the case. I stand by it most especially because I get to share my life with this most fantastic guy. I try not to get mushy on the blog. He’s a peach—or right now, a honeycrisp.
And I’ve barely seen him today.
Nineteen years in: today a kid home sick, work, plus three more kids, yoga class, helping a friend… yeah. We are busy. We are lucky. We are (much of the time) exhausted.
My end of the day three good things: having married my dear husband, trusting the ultimate solidity of the messy or busy or tired or confused, and the turning leaves (even if winter comes after autumn).
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Three things to share: this essay about the runners’ understated, honorable tribe.
At my friend Suna’s house, I saw this jalapeño pepper corer. Consider it squarely ON the holiday gift list.
On a little crafty bloggy troll, I found a crib blanket on Crispina ffrench’s etsy shop that would entice me to want another baby (but see above: we are pretty much of the time exhausted).
