January 15, 2014
These small moments are strenuous. Or rather, the ability to appreciate them is hard-won. I've been foraging for gratitude after this birth. In watching the little sleeping soul I hardly know yet, in fighting Colette's tantrums (there is a lot of humor to be found there), in being surrounded by so many people I love in this. And yet, it is really difficult. I feel lonely and tethered. When I look back over the past two years though, it really is in the very small moments of story reading and little tiny fingers and toes sunk in bath water and slow walks in our neighborhood that I find myself wistful and smiling about the dissolved time.
Here is our Galette des Rois this year - with our lovely queen. (If you are in New York and looking for a bakery who makes them Maison Kayser is one place).
And Romy grows into herself every day. She looks like someone new each time we wake up.