all sweat and popsicles.

When riding the teacups with Morella recently I watched her laughing and “woo!”-ing and thought this is the best moment of my life so far. Her curls blowing in the hot breeze, her laughter rising over the laughter of other kids around us. Her little face alight, taking in all the sights and sounds around her. Both of us in exactly the place we’d rather be, more than anywhere in the world. Continue reading

fat hearts.

Morella not understanding how to use a Slip n’ Slide.

It’s been an active couple of weeks. Birthday parties (SO many of these lately! What is going ON?), saying goodbye to a much-loved work colleague, visiting the public library for the first time with M, stomping around in rain boots, navigating CMOR on a weekend, having friends over for a playdate. I went to Deanna’s wedding and it was nice to see so many old friends, and just enjoy dancing (and hot dogs) together. While gyrating gleefully with many of the usual suspects from dance nights a decade ago, I was reminded of one of my favorite phrases:

plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose

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