The days are pouring out like water from a pitcher, passing through my hands so beautifully and so quickly. There are little boys pulling open drawers in the kitchen, asking for toast and milk and apples picked from the orchard, and I want to be with them.
I’ve spent so much time trying to get to this place of ordinary life: now, I want to soak up as much of it as I can. I’ve decided to take a blogging break, which seems scary and like exactly the right thing, all at once. You’ve been my first readers and my best readers, my teachers and my cheerleaders, you are that support van I wrote about wishing for, always right on time. How will I manage without you?
I’m going to leave up the archives and the blogroll, for anyone who happens to pass by and wonder about this time in our lives. There’s so much here that is good: because of the comments, because of the community.
The days are pouring out like water from a pitcher, passing through my hands so beautifully and so quickly. There are little boys pulling open drawers in the kitchen, asking for toast and milk and apples picked from the orchard, and I want to be with them.
I’ve spent so much time trying to get to this place of ordinary life: now, I want to soak up as much of it as I can. I’ve decided to take a blogging break, which seems scary and like exactly the right thing, all at once. You’ve been my first readers and my best readers, my teachers and my cheerleaders, you are that support van I wrote about wishing for, always right on time. How will I manage without you?
I’m going to leave up the archives and the blogroll, for anyone who happens to pass by and wonder about this time in our lives. There’s so much here that is good: because of the comments, because of the community.
I’m leaving the light on.
xo