Hello there, pals.
I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend, if you were celebrating, and a wonderful weekend just the same, if you were not. My weekend was very full. Though I was feeling the absence of my immediate family pretty keenly this year, time with C's family and time in the kitchen cooking my grandmother's recipes was meaningful to me, and a quiet sort of good.
Second Storie was just as wonderful as ever. Time with dear friends was beyond words. So difficult to capture the magic of what it means to be surrounded by friends that make you feel loved beyond measure, understood without words, and who fill the room with laughter. Magic.
This weekend marked sort of the crescendo of months and months of buckling down, working hard with no breaks, all while carrying a heavy heart. To those of you that know what I speak of, my arms reach out to hug you. Though I wouldn't change one stitch of all the months since July, when I went to be by my grandfather's side, these have been some of the most challenging days of my life. And without a doubt the most beautiful. But I am tired, and a little weary, too. And now it is time to rest. Time to be home...it finally feels like I am.
As work winds down in the next couple of weeks, I will be nesting to my heart's content. I also plan to try to learn something new. I'd like to learn to nap. I know a couple fellas who could teach me a thing or two. And I'm so glad they're near me now.
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It makes me smile to be collaborating with one of my dearest pals, Abby Powell-Thompson for December. Abby's photographs are always dream-like, always colorful, always beautiful. They have that rare ability to transport. I have such admiration for her ability to take me out of a moment, to show me where she's been. Over the years her work has continued to surprise and delight me, inspire me. Thanks so much Abby, sweet friend, for joining me during this special month. This month's calendar really comes from the heart, I hope you'll love it as I do. xo