Phew. The weeks go by too quickly. The days end with things left undone. I sit here, going through oodles of photos I've been meaning to blog about and am thinking, "When will I ever have the time to catch up?" Ah, let it go. I will never catch up and that's okay. It's exciting to have things to share and say, then you realize you don't have the time to share or say it. But when it's time, it's time.
The above photo is from last week. We had a painting party with friends. It was a beautiful afternoon, the little one and I drove out to my friend's home and along the way opened all the windows, turned up the tunes, and sang and sang. We chatted while the little ones painted, and after a couple of hours we were ready to head home. The drive home was mellow :: the little one almost asleep in the back (which rarely happens these days) and I was looking forward to some quiet gardening once we got home. It was a great day.
That's what I love about this space...the chance to look back and remember all those days and moments that filled me with such joy. It's a gift, this blogging thing. A visual reminder of the ordinary, everyday things that in the end seem to be all that really matter. The little one and I love to look through my old childhood albums. There are many pictures of special outings, family gatherings, holidays, etc. but it's the few photos of the ordinary moments (cooking with my mother, getting ready for bed, and gardening) that I find the most beautiful. Those memories of just the simpleness of everyday life and the joy it brings are all I need. I'm so happy that the little one will have so many of those moments to look back on.
Thanks for being here; for joining me in this journey of the everyday. It's so special to have you all along for the ride.