I bake brownies so that they are warm and out of the oven as the school bus empties my boys onto the doorstep. This is what a good mom does on a Monday afternoon, I think. And it got me off the couch.
A beautiful friend left a beautiful bag of beautiful books on my porch and I suddenly forgot about the cold I thought I'd kicked and I was motivated to open the curtains and do the dishes. I even reached for the camera. How unfortunate if I'd let this day slip by without notice or fanfare or some sort of productivity. It was on its way, it was. Watch Mad Men was the only thing checked off my list until then.
A while back Ivy picked out a pink pony-wearing-a-tutu purse from Cracker Barrel to keep her treasures, and she's filled it with pebbles and beach rocks. While I'm sure there's probably a princess lip gloss buried in there somewhere, I like the irony. It is so super her. My daughter.
May every day bring me presents and may living in this present be my presents and may I always remember that pink pony full of rocks.
-this is just write