This book makes me weepy for a couple of reasons. It is represents so many possibilities and crippling fear at the same time. It used often for graduations but we use it for our wedding. We had a pop-up book for our guest book and today I’m looking at the baby book for one of my dearest friends.
How do you put into words the hope and support you have for your friend’s kid into words? I always struggle with this. My heart is full thinking of my friend-babies and cousin-babies and the potential that just is out there waiting for them. And what little I can offer in ways of a helping hand or support for their parents or them is there for the taking when it is needed.
Oh! Emoji that’s why they are there 💗💗💗🖖🤟
Since it’s my birthday soon I guess it’s time to dwell on getting older for half a second.
This I’ve noticed this year:
I’m getting into the girly shit as I grow older more than I ever did growing up. Nail polish, dresses, fashion blogs, makeup.
I’m not a great communicator. I’ve certainly gotten better, but unless you’re in the sphere I might just not talk to you. Not out of not wanting to talk to you but because of inertia. This includes family and friends. If I didn’t have Facebook I’d never know about anything in people’s lives. Maybe it’s contributing factor but so is this whole adult thing and being 800 miles from the majority of people I’d want to talk to. This year I’m going to set up reminders of my calendar to actually reach out to people beyond facebook.
This issue runs in the family.
Moving sucks but I’m excited about being closer to the city where we can walk around more and be a little more social.
Yesterday: Many good things on my newsfeed: people having interviews, new puppies, wedding plans, moving plans and people just feeling good. I’m happy for everyone. Keep it coming!
Today: Naps, cleaning, packing and shopping.
Video calls make my evening complete. As well as cookie tins.