Sharing a little bit about our life lately here on the blog today.  Honestly, the past five months have been a whirlwind:  New baby.  New house.  Small home renovations.  Large ones.  Wiping clean the dust, only to be greeted by piles of more dust as soon as I put the mop down.  Vacation to escape said dust, and ironically also escape the only serious snowstorm of the season.  They say it all goes by so fast.  That everything happens in the blink of an eye.  And it’s painfully true.  Seriously, heartbreakingly true.

{So.  Much.  Dust.}

{Sneak peek of cabinet, island and vent hood colors.}

It’s all a bit blurry, the evolving preschool artwork that you don’t even realize has improved until you go through a stack of finger paintings while unpacking, noting the lines that turn into letters, somewhere, matching them to the tiny dates marked in the bottom corners.  Where does time go??  It’s the shoes that are outgrown, little toes that can no longer stretch out the fabric, the baby heels that can’t quite wiggle any more, reminding us that September is long gone.  It’s all the little things and the big things that, together, make you want to go outside and catch your breath.  But in between, are these moments, that feel slow and memorable, although they’re not monumental, not life-changing, but they stick.  Like the night my husband and I watched fireworks from our hotel balcony while our three daughters slept just on the other side of the glass door.  Able to peek in on them and watch their bellies rise and fall.  So thankful for that.  And the view.  And the stem of red wine in our hands.  And the time away with our little family.  And so much more.  Or the other day, when Emma broke away from her friends at a playdate to announce, out loud, that she loved me.  Simple as that.  Unsolicited and sweet.  Nothing wanted in return.  Then she ran back just as quickly as she came, to making pepperoni pizza with plastic pieces and delivering the pies via cardboard boxes, her imagination running wild.  But she stopped in her tracks and her thoughts to tell me that, to make my day, to remind me how lucky I am to be her mom.  The next five months will undoubtedly disappear as fast as the ones before them, so I will savor all these moments in between, that feel slow and memorable, although they’re not monumental, not life-changing, but they stick.

{Sisters who brunch.}

: )

{Little fishy.}

{Family time.}

{Pool days.}

{Beauty and another Beauty.}

{Cheeeeese!}

{When your kids suddenly get so big and so beautiful, you cry just looking at them, and then cry again looking at photos of them.  True life.}

Happy Sunday!

xo gina