- It’s so much harder to wake up when I want to. The darkness reminds me of the upcoming time change, the inevitability of seasons. Hibernation is coming, whether I like it or not.
- When nothing is sure, everything is changeable, and anything is possible.
- Soft, flow, shift, grow.
- I do and don’t want to go in equal measure. It’s our last one, and it’s always incredible, and she’ll love it, but oh my god, all. those. people. All the noise.
- I almost lose it in the car. She senses mommy is hysterical but can also tell it’s not about her. She stays quiet for a long time while I collect myself. Mercy.
- No Nap McGee strikes again.
- Peanut butter and jelly ice cream sandwich. Running into friends. A princess painting a princess. Grass in the middle of the street.
- I right myself against the onslaught of look-at-me youth projecting beautiful desperation and expensive naivete. I am not less than these. I am not old or ugly or poor or uncultured. I am the daughter of the most high king, and I am worthy.
- Meet her where she’s at.
- I’m fairly certain that “half and half” isn’t supposed to mean “use half cream, half water when you’re out of milk for your cereal.”
Noticing.FortyEight
Of small toddler mercies, little festival gratitudes, and none of the milk I need.