There is a big post a-brewing. A storm is coming!
I can feel it swirling inside of me, almost like I will burst if I don’t open my mouth (and mind and heart) soon to spill this storm/post out. I am putting together the pieces that will make it whole. The ingredients. A little bit of processing, and a whole lot of photo uploading/writing/shedding some tears/preparing for this wild storm. Life happened BIG over the weekend when we celebrated a big age:
First though, I wanted to spotlight some other big life happenings. Big to me.
I was in the Huffington Post! I posted it on my mom’s wall on Facebook with, “Look Ma, I’m in the Huffington Post!” The link to the article is right HERE. It was a pretty exciting event during a pretty exciting week. Again, the link is HERE. And then..
Des is walking a little! These things tend to run in families, and in my family, we talk early and walk late. My mom walked at 23 months! I walked at 18 months. Scarlet walked at 13-14 months, but I realized soon after I met Des, that he would most likely continue this family “honor” of being very chatty, but not in a hurry to run away. (not such a bad thing) On the day before his 17 month birthday, he stood up and took a half step into my arms. The next day, on his 17 month birthday, he took three steps. In the few days since then, he’ll take up to five and six steps. He also spends a lot of time just standing, or dropping things just for the purpose of bending down to retrieve them without actually getting down on his knees to do so, like he’d previously do.
“Look Ma, No Hands!”
I can’t wait to see him run. I’ll post a video soon.
While we were in New Jersey over the weekend for my grandmother’s 100th birthday party, my dad managed to get a photo of the five of us siblings (and our significant others) together. I do need to say that I’m the tallest of the four women by at least two inches. The other three are cheating with high heels or standing on a higher embankment.
For the first time in a long time, it was really hard to leave New Jersey. I felt my heart separating. I got the worst case of the Sunday night blues ever, and it didn’t help that yesterday was filled with gloomy, cold rain. I’m writing my weekend story in the next few days. My weekend story about the big age of 100.
Stay tuned later this week. Hoping you are all safe and sound, warm and peaceful, and not so gloomy on this cold Monday morning.