I am in need of nothing except a cozy home and my children to bake with. Maybe I need scones and coffee for breakfast. Maybe I need a comfortable chair where I can nurse my baby. I do like having my camera and my phone and matchbox cars are fun. But really, I just need my people and a full belly and a warm spot to enjoy my life.
The snow has started, finally. It's coming brings much anticipation and excitement in our house. I am a child of the snow. Every year my parents took me out of school for a week at my birthday so we could go skiing and hot tubbing and eat lasagna. Barrett is lucky his birthday falls the day before mine. My boys will be swept into our annual ski week without a misstep. In fact they already have. Newborn or not we haven't missed our annual trip to Tahoe in almost 30 of my almost 35 years.
Yes, almost 35 years. Another week and I'll be officially mid-30s. The marching on of time can feel disconcerting. It's a strange thing. One can question their achievements and goals, but as the stress of the day can wear as thoroughly as the stress of the years, I'll remind myself, I need nothing but a warm place to bake with my babies, and someone to eat my creations. And any functioning camera.