Last Thursday I powered through my morning to-do list, then tossed my packed bags in the trunk and drove the four hours to my parents home. Awaiting were some special visitors that I hadn’t seen since Thanksgiving: my sister and her two energetic little ones.
Our weekend spilled over with fun family time together: good meals around the table, hopscotch on the driveway, a quick trip to the library for movies and books, a morning at the goat parade (only in Wisconsin…), an afternoon at the beach, and chit-chat with tiny little people sprinkled throughout.
Conversations with a five year old and an almost two year old may be my new favorite. I can say just about anything and they’re intrigued. They pass no judgment. They ask questions curiously and fearlessly. Their growing minds are sponges.
I have 20 years on my nephew and a fraction of his energy. The kid fires on all cylinders from dawn till dusk. He’s strong willed, inquisitive, eager, and smart.
Watching my niece singing to baby dolls, wading out into the lake with Grrr (that’s Grandpa in our family), and stuffing fragments of salad into her mouth is an endless delight. I think she’s a foodie like her auntie.
My sister is a kind and devoted mom. She guides her kids with a grace-filled mother’s patience, invests in them with every piece of her heart.
Grrr and Bama wrap us all up in their big love. We fill their spare rooms, eat food from their garden, drink tea on their back deck. We spill on their sofa, draw on their driveway, dirty their dishes, talk off their ears, tire them out. And they welcome it all.
This is family, I think. This is summer.
June marks seven years that I have been writing on in the internet in some way, shape, or form. For the past month, I’ve been neck deep in decisions about where I want to go with my writing online—or if I even want to go anywhere with it. It’s been a year of off-and-on writing. Should it stay that way? Change? Stop entirely?
My weekend away felt like a long exhale and an espresso shot for the soul all at once. I’ve returned home both refreshed and ready to move forward with my decisions. Getting away has helped get me back on track. A bit of perspective has refocused the lens.
I’m coming back to this space regularly again. Weekly is my hope. I want to provide you with encouragement to pursue a well-nourished life as I seek to do the same. This is the space for that.
I have a new book in the works (!!!) and a handful of other ideas that are in the “this would be amazing! I should do this! Wait a minute, can I? How? Learning curve!” stage. But their potential is immense and I’m going to do all that I can to bring them to fruition.
I’m looking forward to this.
As this space reawakens and becomes dynamic again, I—of course—want you to be in the know. The best way to do that is to join the Daily Bites email list where you’ll get notified about posts here, new and exciting things happening behind the scenes, and the occasional insights or fun things that I only share in email.
(I dislike excessively frequent emails very, very, very much, so I try very, very, very hard not to be that kind of emailer. I won’t blast you with emails every day or try to sell you stuff all the time. That’s just annoying and it’s not my style.)
Here’s to new adventures, long summer days, and the nourishing weekend getaways that remind us why we love our work.
Thanks for being here.