Yesterday, I took the kids to the movies. We saw the last Hunger Games film, which we'd all been looking forward to—along with thousands of others. I told the kids to grab a book and we left early. Hunkered down in the theater, sat in our not great but not horrible seats and enjoyed the movie. After the movie, after we sat for a few minutes during the credits to rehash and discuss the movie, I reminded my daughter to grab all of her stuff.
Monday, November 30, 2015
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
And the memories.
These are the things that made our house a home.
There's the nail where we hung the picture of my dad, the one my sister sent after he died.
There's the burn in the carpeting from the fire we lit that night when it was so very cold. The smudges from years of turning the lights on and then off, the smudges we don't notice until the stuff is gone.
The evidence of us.
Monday, November 23, 2015
Friday, November 20, 2015
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Also, I've been doing the #NABLOPOMO for 20 days now (except weekends), and that's a lot of writing about myself. I mean, I'm as shallow and self-centered as the next person, but that's a lot of introspection.
So, let's just talk about what makes us happy, shall we? Here's my list.