ok.
so i've said this before. here, even. (please don't insist i find a link...)
i took this photo last summer sometime. maybe even last, last summer.
my desk is a mess. as much as i crave, insist upon, thrive in, a clean, orderly environment...
just as i will bring a sick child to the doctor on first flush of fever, but go weeks myself staving off the flu with nothing but tea...
well.
my desk is a mess.
i often make the joke that i will die smothered in an avalanche of photos and receipts.
it nearly happened today.
and this one, which i've seen for months and months and in the back of my mind meant to throw away.
well.
here it is.
and i like it.
i'm a parent who is flawed. and a wife who is loving. i'm a woman who is still growing. and an awed observer of teenagers who think they have grown enough to not need me. my role is in flux. my role is expanding, and contracting all at once.
i am happy and restless and no longer lithe and nimble, but my mind keeps me sharp and lovely.
and i love those around me, even as i am reprimanding. i do not long to be the gatekeeper.
only the one with open arms when they need to come back home.
you'll get it all soon. unless you already know.
and then, please...
hug me when you see me.
xo,
tt
