I'm quite blonde again and pretty stoked about it. Shallow? Perhaps, but I find myself celebrating my more superficial side these days.
For date night, Husband and I went to Barnes & Noble to see Modern Love editor Daniel Jones read from his new book Love Illuminated. He posed an intriguing question which I plan to write about: Is Love a feeling or a choice?
Play-Doh with Daddy.
Coffee in snow. I so cherish the snip of time I spend outside with Big Girl in the mornings as we wait for her bus to pull up.
A glimpse of early morning writing. This continues to be my best creative time. In these hours, my mind lingers between dream and day.
The girls had so much fun in the crunchy city snow. This picture of them in their candy-colored parkas under a vast tree in the whiteness is among my all-time favorites.
There was this moment when I was sitting in total silence in my writing room. I looked up from the screen and out at the snowy world. Dream indeed.
I just stood under this tree, looking up. The snow on branches is nothing short of enchanting.
A snowy Turtle Pond. Swoon.
This was one evening last week and this little girl - who is getting so big so fast - turned to me, blue eyes blazing and said, Snuggle me! She is so the boss of me.
Our Mornings Without Screens continue to be very successful. Here Big Girl and Little Girl put on a My Little Pony performance.
One night, Husband was out for a work dinner and I was flying solo at bedtime and the girls were moving toward bed and I looked over and saw this and had this very powerful and pure thought: I have three little girls.
May the week ahead be stuffed with good moments of life & Love.