Just in case anyone is still out there, I thought I’d pick up blogging where I left of, oh, somewhere in the fall. Amy told me recently she still checks every once in a while to see if there is anything new, so at least there is one reader out there… But even more I have missed this, so even if I am my only reader, it is time to start it back up.
And so I’ll start it back up with five things for…the past few weeks.
This past weekend we traveled to Cleveland for my friend Sarah’s wedding. She is one of the people I dearly miss from my working days, and I loved getting to celebrate her marriage. It was a Team Simpson wedding gathering, so we got to hang out with many of my other former coworkers and Mike, too (sidenote: you know your boss is the best kind when he makes an effort to attend a staffer’s wedding). The best. I confess that it has taken me approximately a year to be able to be with these people without going into a bit of depression afterward, but this splendid time was just as it should be—hanging out with people I like so much, celebrating someone I like so much.
A Perfect Day in Cleveland
Jason and I made the most of our time in Ohio by leaving the kids to hang out with their grandparents in Mount Vernon for a couple of days and spending an extra kid-free day in Cleveland. Um, we had the best time ever. We ate the best food, we shared a pot of tea, we took care of business like talking through our travel plans for the year, we spent an impromptu hour at the Cleveland Museum of Art, and, since it was frigidly cold, we sat in our hotel room for the afternoon and read books. (Btw, All the Light We Cannot See more than lived up to its recommendation.) The best.
Summer in February
We may have found winter in Cleveland, but the weekend before we found summer in Chapel Hill. Jason took a quick trip to South Africa at the end of February, so rather than stay home and stare at each other, the kids and I loaded up and drove down to North Carolina to hang out with the Kings. People, it was 80 degrees on Friday afternoon. The kids played and played outside, and Amy and I talked and talked. Perfect weekend for everyone. And you should have seen my Henry. My cautious boy has decided to become a tree climber and risk taker. His buddy Rusher basically parkours through life instead of walking, and Henry kept up with him, exploring and testing out new things. It was kind of awesome.
Closer to home, our winter has been largely defined by recovery and rehab after I broke my elbow right before Christmas. It turns out the elbow is super handy, and it also turns out that it may not just bounce right back when you are edging ever closer to 40. Lots of learning about patience and joy. Lots of physical therapy. And also lots of getting to celebrate all the good things. Like putting deodorant on with my left hand. (TMI? Sorry, but that finally happened today!) And getting my wedding ring, which had to be cut off, fixed finally.
Two and almost Five
Mostly I just want to put these sweet pics of my kids here. At two and almost five, we are entering a good phase. Henry is helpful and brave and learning self-control. This picture of him drinking tea while he works through a drawing book is just the best. Lucy is darling and joyful and opinionated. She always has either a baby doll or a basketball in her hands. And they are such good friends (most of the time…), which, I can’t tell you, is such an answer to prayer.