Rainbow Beach – St. Croix

Castillo del Morro

Castillo San Cristobal

Old San Juan

Swinging from vines

Swinging from vines

Leap night

All month I’ve been waiting for something to happen that would feel blogworthy, that would put me in a different place with something, anything. But things are the same. Work is still hard and weird. Beckett still doesn’t seem to exist in that bubble I would like to keep him in. He constantly amazes me with his kindness and goodness and brilliance and then with his four-year-old-ness and roughness and lack of empathy and inappropriate silliness and know-it-all-ness (where on earth does he get THAT?). Most days I can’t believe how lucky I am to have this child. One day I might have called him a psychopath. I might also have been overreacting. Just a tad.

And I’m still complaining a lot about how fast time is going. I cry now when I see sappy commercials about how brief and cute and fleeting babyhood is. I long to relive his first year. But what I probably mean is that I’d like another year off work.

I am feeling older. I am graying. I am looking at our Long Range Vacation Plans doc (yes, of COURSE we have one of those) and shaking my head at how fast it is going to go.

We are going on a cruise very soon for our 10th wedding anniversary. Our TENTH. We have been together for 15 years. FIFTEEN. How is this possible?

Last leap year, he looked like this:

And now he looks like this:

The next time we see this date, our boy will be in the 3rd grade.

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.

Santa has arrived

I like watching him decorate way more than I ever liked decorating