a wet and cold evening. the boys played lacrosse in the rain. drenched and muddy, they filled up my car with quite the distinct aroma of boy sweat. and i couldn’t have been happier.
i took this picture yesterday in the plaza where i was running some laps. just a couple blocks from my apartment, it’s one of my favorite places to run through, and i include it on my route a couple times a week. it’s a reminder to me of all the changes i’ve made.
yesterday, my 11-year-old announced he was going to change his name to morgan freeman. i would be ok with that, except…
despite a windy couple weeks, we can feel the sun now. and i couldn’t be happier about that.
we grow tired of having nothing to tend. we dream of flower beds and vegetable gardens. we wait for the first signals that it’s ok to care as deeply as we do.
attention, grown-ups: we need to play more. we need to be silly. we need to goof-off. we need to stop censoring ourselves so much.
something interesting happened at the halfway point as we made the turn to climb back up out of a deep gorge. i panicked. i realized i had no choice but to conquer the steep hill. one way or another, i had to get up and over it. i remembered something i told jill recently, though she teased that i must be high …