i have had this mug for as long as i can remember. it may have been my mother’s from her childhood. we may have “borrowed” it from a rented shore house. the details of the mug’s origins are fuzzy. what i do know is i always have loved this mug. so much so that instead…
to my hunny on your second birthday,
two. oh my. my boy, my heart, my world. you are two. how can this be? on one hand i can hardly believe two whole years have passed since we met. on the other it seems like an entire lifetime ago when it was just me and baba and snoop dogg.
this morning… while eating handfuls of banana chips and playing with his little people toys… my almost two year old stopped dead in his tracks. he looked up… smiled, waved, and said “hi!”
more often than not, the things i take for granted today are the things i prayed most hard for. the things i was never sure i would have.
to celebrate our thirtieth birthdays and kick off the next decade of our lives, my mister and i traveled to the holy land on an epic pilgrimage. one of the most powerful moments of our trip came as we waded into the cool water of the jordan river. there in the same waters where john baptized jesus, we were baptized.
her fingers got fat near the end
in another lifetime she perched me on the kitchen table
slid her thumb and forefinger through the scissors
and snipped my bangs brutally short
a few years ago i penned my single girl vows to my single people friends. today i set down a new set of promises. this time to my husband.
when you ask a woman on the brink of marriage, “how do you feel?” almost always the immediate and repeated answer is “so excited!” and with my own wedding just thirty baby days away, yes, i am psyched. i would also like to admit, for myself and for all women about to walk down the aisle, there are other feelings too!
thirty days into twenty fifteen, and i am finally ready to share a new years’ piece. luckily, my resolutions this year do not include punctuality. twenty fourteen was a year of incredible highs and god awful lows. sadness and unparalleled anxiety were swiftly chased with blissful moments of feeling as though the whole world was conspiring to shower me with everything i ever wished for.
i have not seen worry dolls in over a decade. the moment i laid eyes on them in the shop i was eleven years old again.