I wanted, by the way, to say hi how are ya, thanks for reading. I’ve gotten lots of comments from new folks lately, and it makes me happy. I mean, without you this is just a journal. These musings are consciously shared with a wider audience, and I like it when my audience pokes their…
Category: Tex
Field Day
Craig and I went to Jack’s school Field Day yesterday. It was a gorgeous spring day in the South – clear blue skies, temps in the low 80s. I strapped Craig into the ergo baby carrier, put a blanket over his exposed skin (but failed to put sunblock on my own . . . DUH),…
Springtime
We have landed in the season of the year when Jack was born. What a beautiful time that was – April in North Carolina. During that 2008 maternity leave I would have lunch at a patio table in our backyard, holding him in my lap; take him on long walks through the neighborhood; nurse him…
My Very Favorite One
Jack’s voice is like music. I have been thinking this for a while now, wanting to write it here. It will deepen one day – I’ll never forget the day I called home and my 9-years-younger brother answered the phone with a man’s voice, a stranger’s voice. Right now, at age five, Jack’s voice is…
The Back Half
My Littlest is six weeks old tomorrow. I (sort of) took the full week off before his Thursday birth – forced out of the office by ice and snow starting Tuesday. I’ve been gone from my office for six weeks. Therefore, in typical American (white collar) workforces, I’d be back into my third day of…