Dear Reese,
We walk down Mariner Road after dinner. They’ve poured the concrete into the foundation at our future home this week. I hold both your hands while you fast walk all around it. Then you treat the piles of boards as a jungle gym. Soon they’ll be walls.
On the short walk back to the cottage, instead of sitting in your stroller, you walk behind it, pushing. I keep a steadying hand above you, and you smile all the way back to the garage.
Remind me, someday, that we should always walk after dinner if we can. Maybe in the winter we can get out our flashlights. It’s a nice way to end a day.
I’ve had two separate people tell me, in so many words, to calm down this week so it’s a nice way to end my day.
I am going to try to bring my energy to a more level place. There feels like there’s a lot to be stressed about (and, well, the world is on fire right now). But some of it is a bit of a self-fulfilling prophecy . . . keep moving forward, control what I can control.
Plus, Taylor Swift announced she’s dropping a new album in October, and Brené Brown announced she’s releasing a new book next month. So good things to come.
Love,
Mama