#six

For some time now, K and I have been leaving notes for each other in the same word document on the computer every night for each of us to wake up or come home to or find. It is romantic, it is tender, it is intimate and it is organic. We are finding ourselves again, ...

It’s pretty sweet.

Now that we have downsized from a King bed to a Queen, my husband and I are so much closer. Literally and also in spirit. And this morning, I woke up early, looked over, and thought, "I get to sleep cuddled up next to the boy I have a crush on." And it brought me back to the ...

Aprils.

It seems that time is going by at warp speed. My baby had his half birthday. Things are flying. And so I decided to take a look back. On this date in April 2010 I had just become a mother six days prior. It was my third day home from the hospital. I was learning to nurse ...

Some women get flowers,

but this evening, after a particularly long day, I found this on my pillow: Yes, friends. That would be a giant, all knot soft pretzel, with which I shall break Passover. Now that's love.

“And I got scones…”

So, today happens to be my day of birth. And it's three o'clock in the morning. Why am I up? Why am I writing? Because my husband is really cute. I got up to use the bathroom and when I got back into bed, he said "Happy Birthday. Can I give you your presents?" I asked him if this was ...

Love (notes) and marriage.

This evening, as my husband was putting the baby to bed, I went down to the basement to go through our belongings. I am cleaning things out because (gasp!) we are planning to move. But that's another story for another day. So in an effort to purge all things (I) deemed unnecessary, I took a few moments ...

To you…

This weekend, we had the distinct honor and unbelievable pleasure of watching our two best friends as they became man and wife. And I can't even write about it now without crying. So, for now, I will just say, here's to you, babes. To you, to life, to crazy love and to your many to-morrows together. We could not love you more.

Love is…

...when it's late on a Sunday night and you are in pjs and in bed and you ask your guy if he wouldn't mind going downstairs and getting you a gingersnap cookie and he goes down and brings you two.