Scratch that, the glass is overflowing.
I have no funny stories about this weekend. No little clever quips about the ride from Neuilly to Giverny to Etretat. No chronicles of the people we encountered, no playful renditions of our adventures on the pebble beaches or wind-swept cliffs. This weekend, nothing remotely humorous happened, and I was okay with that, because my 31st birthday weekend? It was all about filling the glass of happiness as full as we could get it.
When HJ would get whiny, we’d hand him the camera….. and the pictures he took crack me up every time:Lately I’ve been feeling like I’m on the verge of something…. what that is I’m not sure. We had a long car ride home yesterday with a napping boy in the backseat. There was talk about our time here…. could it be two years… could it be more? What will be waiting for us when we get home, and how I should let go of the idea that things will be just as they were when we left. How luck are we that we have the opportunity to take these trips to places I’ve never even dreamed of seeing…. I know that I am blessed.
31 is looking promising.
Have you had a glass-overflow experience recently…. if so, please share!