This weekend I had gifts of
a bit of time alone (and a friend who went above and beyond to make it happen)
late night talking with Clint
coffee with a friend
reading books again...it's been a few weeks (now, to commit to just one!)
remembering what got me in to social work/psychology (and feeling passionate even though I don't necessarily have concrete ways it is being played out in my life)
the start of fall-ish weather
many infant smiles
Tonight between dinner and bedtime I put a blanket out in front of our apartment. Evee and I had talked about reading books on a blanket all afternoon, but it hadn't happened yet.
Clint made his way out there with Evee and Iris while I started on dishes. After taking a quick peak at them outside, I thought...why am I doing dishes?...I headed out.
We had such a short window of daylight and of time before Evee went to bed.
I'm sure looking back (and often even now) I will also feel that there is such a short window of childhood, of times like this one.
Not too long later I headed inside to feed Iris. Clint was reading to Evee when I left. When I went back to the door to call out that it was getting to be "about that time" there I saw them - on their backs, side-by-side, holding hands, looking up at the sky while talking.