There have been rumblings around the water cooler of my small world, and the rumbles are saying this, over and over again: We are tired. We are weary. December is wearing us thin and our knuckles are beginning to dry and crack, souls soon to follow. For some of us, it’s the endless sales and
Remember last year when our basement plans were but a dream? When movie night meant huddling up in bed with the iPad or piled on blankets amidst drywall rubble? No more, friends. No. More. Take a look:
This was my weekend, basically. I’d tipped the scale a bit too much in November with two whirlwind trips to Nashville and New York, three all-nighters and a jam-packed holiday schedule (and surrounding cheese platters) that left my body physically incapable of showering yesterday. And so it was to be, the puzzle. Can we pause
This particular moment could have passed. We could have come up with a million excuses to press on and tackle the checklist, styling the nightstand and testing the lighting. But we didn’t. And I am so grateful for these photos – a gentle reminder that the days (and checklists) are long. But the years are short. They are fleeting, strung together with the moments we choose to create.