Thank you notes. Really. I’ve been about three thousand percent[1] better than any other time in my life in the writing of the thank-yous this month, but still not getting it done every day. But if I could keep up the 2-a-week thing, I think it would change my life. At least a little. But...
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Category Archives: happinessStirring through the Kids’ candy stash, I uncovered something I’d never seen before. As I often do with strange, unknown objects, I ate it. It changed my day for the better. Dear Almond Snickers, Where have you been all my life? Love, Becca  Hey, look: Here’s Kid 2. I love this girl. I love that she works hard to do the things she knows she should do. Like practicing the violin. And letting her daddy take pictures of her. That part makes us all happy. Also I love her blue fingernails. I may have been accused of thinking...  For the technologically fearful (that’s me, baby) this leap into the 21st century has carried a decade of shiver-inducing New Things To Learn. But can I say? I love texting. Oh. I do. For a lot of years, I have been a vocal proponent of email over telephone. Because, hey — if I can give... * Rainshowers likely. I love rain in the summer. * A little stalk of bamboo growing in a half-pint jam jar on the kitchen table. * All my fingernails are the same length. * Started reading the beginning of the work-in-progress. Maybe it doesn’t completely fail. * Road trip yesterday got us more than half-way... Hooray — it’s time to get moving. Bills are paid. A few meals planned. Snacks purchased. Car vacuumed, full of gas and oil. Windows clean. That’s right — road trip! Kid 1 and I are off to drive through the desert to party it up in Vegas. (That sounds way more sketchy than it really... I said Yes. Yes to you, and your very important question. Yes to a life together, built on huge dreams and heady hopes and used furniture. Yes to the laughs and the kisses and the hand-holding, And the game playing, and the movies. Yes to the budgets and the bills and the wishing. Yes to...  See how I despaired? See how I abandoned all hope? See how I knew, I just KNEW that Mama was stuck in the den under the shed with babies all attached and needy, and I gave up the thoughts of catching anything? That, apparently, is what they call the darkness before the dawn. This morning,... |