Snapshot.

Here is a slice of our day today.

Leif and Hannah are racing around the house, while Ivy is hiding behind a barricade made of sofa cushions, all of them wearing their pj's, skateboarding helmets and ski goggles, shooting each other with their new Nerf guns. Bing Crosby and Sufjan Stevens are singing quiet christmas tunes on the stereo. I have a bad case of laryngitis, after trying to teach the kids to ski on the weekend, yelling encouragements across a vast mountainside. Suddenly text messaging is something I can see the merits of. For now.

I just read a favorite Waldo Emerson quote that is on my fridge:

finish each day and be done with it.
you have done what you could.
some blunders and absurdities have crept in;
forget them as soon as you can.
tomorrow is a new day.
you shall begin it serenely and
with too high a spirit to be encumbered
with your old nonsense.

Those are my words to live by baby.

xoxo

C