play date

I'm watching a friend's baby today - so there are two 13-month olds rolling all over the living room floor as I write. They keep squealing with joy whenever they see each other... it's an infectious kind of enthusiasm. (Makes me wish we still did that when we met up with friends).

But what strikes me is how different they are - my daughter and her friend. Even at 13 months. Their little mannerisms, quirks, personalities are already of their own flavour. (Now they're pulling all the books off the bookshelf).

Better go.

on not feeling guilty and other pleasures

i drove home today with the sun setting rosy-pink over the rolling devon hills and thot

yes

this is my life,

and it hasn't gotten any less amazing.

baby (all 13 months of her) singing in the back seat

and bags of groceries, blessed be supermarkets and privilege and our access to it, such plenty.

and came home to a laughing sweet family with a view of the sea

and have nothing but thankfulness in my heart for this sweet little lilting life

all of it spread at my feet