[T]hese are the days. These really are the best of days.
It’s so easy to get caught up in the email, the bills, that thing you forgot to do but remember as soon as your head hits the pillow at night, the travel, the tasks, the endless lists, the all of it all.
But these are the days, whether we recognize them as the greatest or not. They’re here just before they’re gone forever, and it’s out very important work to enjoy, cherish, and relish each one.
I’ve been busy entertaining my family this week in New Orleans. Essentially I’m making them EAT ALL THE THINGS. It’s an unwieldy, impossible, and truly decadent endeavor. We’re laughing a lot, we’re swatting at each other, telling old stories about frizzy bangs and embarrassing falls. This morning my family and I bet on ponies, cheered at their hustle, and admired their beauty at the Fair Grounds Race Course. I left wanting to be a jockey (waaaay too late for that) or a professional horserace gambler (which couldn’t possibly end well). Needless to say, I’m so thankful for these days of mega family time.
I hope you’re spending this weekend with people who love you and know all the weird in you.
I love you and I’m so glad you come here and make all the pies and all the cookies. You know the weird in me and I’m thankful for you.