Dear Diary...
Including some intense gratitude and a picture of my two-month-old written off car
Since last we spoke, things have been EVENTFUL. If you follow me on Instagram, you’ll have seen a glimpse of the below. But I’ll catch you up fully here, if for no reason other than I’m not finished the other three pieces I’ve got on different burners – not necessarily the back one, but just slower-to-boil ones than this relatively straightforward write-up.
Join me, won’t you, for a chaotic diary entry of sorts. Not the regularly scheduled programming, but here we go anyway:
3 August
My nephew Finley’s 3rd birthday party. The party was about ten minutes in when I, as the responsible adult that I am, donned a dinosaur mask and roaring playfully, chased Finley down the hall. He was wearing socks. The floors are wooden and slippery. I chased, he giggled. I roared, I chased more. He laughed and screamed. I chased. And then…