|Out the kitchen window at my parents' new house...|
We segued from this sleepy state into road trips for the whole family. The husband took off for work for a few days, the little man and I sped up to my parents' new home up north. Again, time seemed to swirl away up there. It's amazing how days can be so full, yet time can seem so slow. Rainstorms turned brutal hot into shocking cold. We ate lobster rolls. Worked on plans for my little sister's wedding. Talked late into the night. I couldn't put down The Help and that thing happened to me that happens to us bookish ones where suddenly the lines between your novel and reality blur a bit. I was both on the seacoast with my son and in 1960s Jackson, Mississippi. I had weird and fitful sleeps, having intense dreams about friends who are pregnant. I drank strong coffee and ordered toddler-sized formal-wear online. The little guy did yard work.
Shout out to the husband for dealing with the putrid carseat... I love you.
This morning was lazy. I woke up with a parched-with-thirst little guy at 4:55am, sipped cup after cup of coffee, trying to urge my eyes to open. I started laundry. Went through mail. Unpacked. Organized. It was so incredibly soothing to be Home. In my kitchen, in my pajamas, dealing with my life. I opened my laptop and could hardly believe that a week has gone by since my last post. The time was packed to the brim, yet it already feels so far past in life's rear view mirror. There is nothing sweeter than coming home after being gone, and feeling the tight embrace of the life you have created for yourself with the people you love.
The temperatures are cooling a bit, life is calming, and things are slowly coming back to normal. I have so much to share here, and can't wait to get back to it. In the next few days you can look for a cookbook review of (and delicious recipe from) Vegan Family Meals, and an amazing natural beauty product giveaway! Come back soon!