I’ve been wearing my red wedding shoes again. I wore these on our wedding day, over 12 years ago, and they’re just like new. I gotta break these babies in. I’m certain there is a story there, somewhere, about needing these shoes now more than ever. They feel a little bit like a time capsule, a reminder of all that was possible. And they very literally journeyed me into a remarkable part of my path.
Did I tell you that we braved the weather and went to the Tulip Festival? Oh yes we did. It felt like a good idea to put on our rain gear and just go for the adventure of it. This how memories get made, no? We were out there in the wind and rain all day and this bright pink tractor greeted us as if it were the sunniest day ever. So awesome.
I’ve been practicing some stricter self care policies which translates into more time alone. Now that True doesn’t need me so intensely, I’m realizing just how much I’ve missed and deeply need alone time. Time to breathe. Time to reconnect. Time to sit still and let my thoughts get unstuck. Feels incredibly good and grounding to fall back into my journals and into an old practice of sending out weekly love notes to people I think about all week long.
This little dude has been painting in the backyard when the weather has been nice. Notice how he’s discovered the sprayer? Oh my, next up is the brayer and he’ll be well acquainted with two of my favorite painting tools. Love watching him paint. He’s into it for about 20 mins tops, then off to the next thing. Always moving.
There was a funny moment the other day when I was trying to capture the scene on my desk to share over on Instagram, but instead captured myself being a total dork while trying to get a decent angle. Friends, I love photos like these. I just do.
John and I went on our first quick getaway without True. Two nights and two days of nothing but Palm Springs sunshine, sleep, drinks, food, swimming, and lounging. It was remarkable, though it was rough saying goodbye to our little guy. By the time we got to the airport and checked in I was all good, but the moments saying goodbye were teary tough. Didn’t like it at all.
We also recently went on a date to see Blind Pilot (one of my fave bands and the band on this painting video of mine) play with the OR symphony. Hands down, best concert ever. I even cried. It was that moving, and inspiring, and just GOOD. If you ever have the chance to see them play, go go go.
Spent one lovely afternoon with my friend Ali. Adore her, big time. Have you seen all that she is up to?
This was the sweet scene at our table the other day. True is all about inviting his stuffies to lunch, to play, to everywhere. I cannot believe how endlessly cute it is to watch him chat away with his stuffies. “Oh hello! How are you today? Good? Oh that’s great! I’m so proud of you! Hey, let me sing for you!” and on and on and on. Melting, and often over here.
Oh me oh my. Dont you wish you could capture those moments and just pause them? I now live vicariously through YOU, since my kids are between 17-24.
Life changes with teenagers. Im still adjusting, and not always well.
I miss when they were little, like True. I miss when they bugged the heck out of me. I miss feeling needed.
That stricter policy of "Self Care" is happening here too…only its done in between tears of what "was" or what "used to be"….
For now Im telling myself (as I tell my children) "This Too Shall Pass…"
Smiles,
Lori
So awesome! Melts my heart.