In this moment::
I am:: obsessed with baking, which I have never liked in my life, but suddenly adore, particularly when baking with rhubarb.
And chocolate chips,
although I've yet to combine the two.
I am:: loving the vintage finds I keep scoring, like these painted wooden folding chairs, the perfect addition to a long stored antique wooden bistro table.
I am:: sipping sun tea every day. Because there is something about sun tea, and summer, that make me sigh in the best of ways.
I am:: observing summer through the eyes of three ages: the wonderer;
the one who is beginning to understand it all.
I am:: noticing that all of these things take time. The baking, with its ingredient preps and kneading or stirring or waiting, brings moments of meditation. The thrifted treasures were around for many years before making it to our home, and still, they stand strong. Watching a pitcher of water seep into a deep amber as the tea spreads through it somehow feels like slow motion magic. And tastes that way too. And then, there are those three little people. Who have been doing a lot of this
this week, and testing me again and again on patience and parenting presence. But still. One look back at this week's worth of pictures, and somehow, I return to center. I remember this time will not last forever. And yet, I do so wish it would.