If I run so fast, can you see me?

It’s bath time. Beckett is running wildly, as fast as he can, back and forth in the eight feet of space between his room and ours, passing the full and waiting tub each and every time as he yells, “I’m a cheetah! If I run so fast, can you see me? I’m a blur!”

Time passes like that.

I still love this blog. Nothing monumental is keeping me from posting. Just life. Just the choice to stare at Pinterest and television rather than write. Just those seventy seven sewing projects inspired by said Pinterest-staring.

Seriously. I have been sewing A LOT.

Work is not the best this year. It’s the hardest since I started there, I’d say. Corners are being turned now. Maybe? I think? I don’t know. I am holding my breath and waiting for Spring Break. And summer. And next year.

While trying to breathe in every moment of this insanely gorgeous childhood passing before my eyes.

So here. A wish for anyone reading. May this year be a good one.