Reality Check

Hey, how come none of you celebrators told me I spelled STUPENDOUS wrong? I spend two days basking in the glow of accomplishment and of your wonderful praise. And then last night Michael picks up my computer, LAUGHS at me, and says, "Stupe-Dendous?" Whatever. I WROTE A NOVEL, DARN IT!

Now, for a post of pictures.

Pictures of Jake walking through leaves.

Do you know how many times a day I tell someone to please get IN or get OUT of the car already?

And it's not the fact that I'm always coming and going - that's standard mom stuff. Frankly, I'd rather come and go too much than never go anywhere at all.

So it's not that. It's how urgent I always feel to get to the next place we're going.

What IS that? It's not that I actually have some sort of on-the-dot schedule. And it doesn't really matter which thing I'm leaving or going toward. It's more like I can't stand the transitions.

Jake, on the other hand, loves the car almost more than he loves the places. Because the car has possibility I think. And he's never in a hurry to move through the transition. He takes his time getting out of the car. And then once he's out he shuffles through the leaves. Back and forth. Kicking them and swishing them around.

And I love that swishing sound. And I love how it felt today to just stand there watching him kick.

Being in a hurry wastes so many more seconds than slowing down and actually living some.

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