I was struck by this streak of pink across the evening sky tonight. Today was one of the most beautiful days I can remember. Somehow this time of year, though, beautiful days are that much more poignant, and streaked (like this sky) with a sense of farewell.
My little guy is really talking now. He has totally started to come into his own personality. I think it is mostly the influence of the magical Lisa Beth and our nursery school’s orange room. He can’t stop talking and he’s mostly very entertaining.
I’m finally feeling 100% after a long week feeling lousy. I need to find some green algae or something to get my immune system back up to snuff since it’s letting me down lately. But I’m back on all cylinders and will even try to run again this week (I can’t remember the last time I took 10 days off). Not tomorrow, with the 7am departure for Providence, but maybe Tuesday.
We had a great morning apple picking at Honey Pot Orchard in Stow with Lily Bryant and her family. Lily was one of Grace’s best friends at her old school and it’s really a joy to see the two of them together. They have such a real and genuine friendship now. I’m sad that they are not in school together but I hope we can keep in touch with them as we’ve been doing so far.
She’s a natural. Look how intuitive that position looks. Look how spellbound that face is (ha!). I think we’ve created an obsession here.
