Some days I write post after post in my head as I go about my days of tending and caring for Beatrix and our little home. Mothering... what a job. That girl can make my heart swell with astonishment, pride, and joy just as quickly as her little being can trigger frustration and bewilderment. I try to take plenty of notes on the former and forget rather quickly the latter.
Raising my exuberant little girl has me continuously questioning and refining my reactions and interactions with her. I've come to the conclusion that I can never have too much zen inspiration at hand.
Overall, though, life is good. We are healthy, busy, somewhat tired, and a most-of-the-time happy little family.
October, my favorite month of the year, flew by, once again. It's popularity, I believe will be its doom in my opinion. Dare I say that it was almost too full to enjoy ~ or at least, to full to savor.
It was a month full of friends, weddings, and festivals. A whole lot of fun. It's left me feeling over-stimulated and eager to burrow myself into our quiet homelife for the remaining holiday season. I guess that's the harvest season for you though - a great big, noisy, exhale before the quiet inhale of winter.