Happy Monday! We are just coming back from a week (10 days, actually) of Spring Break, and having Jared’s mom visiting with us. It was awesome. Plenty of sleeping in. Plenty of not answering emails (I’ll get to it, promise!). Plenty of time together in a way that we so rarely get.
We started the weekend last week at the cabin, but it was rainy + wet, and at the cabin that makes for being cooped up inside all day - so we came home on Monday rather than Wednesday as we had planned, and added in trips to the Marbles Kids museum, the park, the bookstore, the mall, the Scrap Exchange in Durham (if you are a local, you MUST go!), Paint Your Pot, and finally on Saturday, the zoo.
We hadn’t been to the zoo in more than 4 years (it’s about 2 hours away), and it was so much better with bigger kids. SO MUCH BETTER. They were probably 2 and 3 at the time we went, and it was - well - it was kind of a nightmare. Exhausting. And so we didn’t go back for a really long time. This time, though - it was super fun, and because it was Easter weekend, several of the animals got “easter eggs” (I think they were paper mache?) with treats inside they could open. We saw the cougars rip theirs open with teeth and claw, and saw the elephants just eat theirs whole.
Each of our kids got a baby bobcat “cuddly friend” at the gift shop because I’m a sucker for cuddly friends just like they are.
Now let’s go back in time.
It’s been awhile since I’ve posted here anything but a quick layout for Photoshop Friday, and spring break - and listening to a particular book which I’ll talk about in a second - has me thinking that I need to utilize my blog more. I absolutely love coming back to read my old blog posts, and I simply need to make time for more writing. I love writing and I’ve lost that part of myself, and I intend to recapture it.
So on the way to the cabin (I drove up a day later), I was listening to a book called Citizens of London, about three influential Americans who were living in London at the time of the German raids in World War II. It was moving and fascinating and I don’t know why, but it made me want to write. I’ve been feeling this restlessness of creativity inside - of the need to make things that never existed before, but not having the courage or the discipline or the whatever that it really takes to sit down and really do it. So I’ll start with the blog and the writing, and see what happens.