Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Thankful 2014.

This year has been unlike any other I've ever experienced. Transitional, exhausting, uplifting, introspective, exuberant, ass-kicking while still kicking ass. 

And when I look back in wonder and in gratitude, most of the deepest, blessings-laden moments this year were tiny. Quiet. 

Me and the nearest and dearest. Me, myself. 

Waking up with them...

...stumbling upon some good fortune...

...uncovering strength and fortitude...

...gazing at his determination with pride and wonder...

...beautiful May afternoons with her...

...and morning coffee with her..

...and, of course, just this radiant slice of sass...

...loving them loving on each other...

...relishing in the joy of the extended family...

...and, ah...The Penthouse...

...simply discovering... beginnings...

...and a concert nearly 20 years in the making...

...sharing in personal triumphs with a friend...

...and, as ever, a heart full beyond comprehension.

And always. The running. And the sunshine...

From the road.

To start the day.

To end the day.

After the storm.

In Indianapolis.

Looking up at them as they are looking down on me.

"There are years that ask questions and years that answer." ~Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God. 

Sunday, November 23, 2014

all the loves.

Highlights since last post:

B lost that wiggly tooth. Just due to coincidences in scheduling, it was the first time the Tooth Fairy got to visit the Penthouse. She informed me that it was a nerve-wracking expedition as charming old houses have squeaky doors and creaky floors. But watching him run out of his bedroom with his silly grin and a fiver made it all worth it. 

And then! He had a birthday party. With school friends. It was a new experience and he was beaming the entire day. 

These two. I can't even properly caption this except to say "Gaaaaahhhhh! Love." 

And of course. That smile. Forever and ever that smile. It lights my path in the darkest of darks. 

A holiday ritual from my childhood passed on: circling items in the Christmas catalog so that Santa knows what to bring. It also brought about an opportunity for L to school her Mama:

L: I'm going to tell Santa that I like Doc McStuffins, and Frozen, and that I want a two kit.
Me: That's great! What's a two kit? 
L: No, Mom. T-O-O-L. Tool kit. {and then she audibly sighed at my inability to function at her level.}

Speaking of Santa! Our first interaction of the season at the DSA holiday party! 

And, of course: more generosity. If you look back at the catalog picture you'll see I was gifted an area rug by one of my favorite peeps. And then, my girl Jill brought me a bed and a kitchen set to replace the ones I had been using. The old bed had a captain's style headboard and I kept these words on there, but I had to move them. Now they grace the doorway to my happy place and serve as a reminder. Today B asked me what they meant...

...Live. Each day because it's a blessing and deserves all you've got to give it. 
...Laugh. It's, seriously, the very best thing. 
...Love. At the end of the day, that's what we're here for. It is the force that creates. It is what keeps the earth spinning. 


Sunday, November 16, 2014

still running.

It occurred to me that I have not posted a thing about running in nearly five weeks. Considering how vital posting my running stats here was to my early development as a runner, this lapse seems nearly incomprehensible to me. But alas, it's true.

Though, if we're being reals, my posting in general seems to have taken a downturn. Such is the life of a blogger, I guess.

But, have no fear. I am still running. "Like a fiend" is a popular refrain amongst my nearest and dearest, though it was far less fiendish in October. A difficult combination of scheduling, post-race recovery, and other distractions, I ran a scant 45.4 miles in October. And 13.1 of that was on one day! To put it in perspective, I had not run that few miles in a month since August 2013 {41.1}. The closest monthly total I had this year was 45.5 on the days-short February. To say I was frustrated is an understatement.

I am happy to report that as of mid-month I am already at 40.5 miles for November. Honestly, any month below 60 miles feels like a loss to me.

Given the recent time change and rapidly approaching winter season, I made a small purchase this week.

Now I'll still be able to get out during the week after work. The treadmill has become absolutely unacceptable to me, and I vow to use it only on the worst of the worst days. Otherwise, I'll be out there with my blinking LED flashers, running after dark, simply because I can.

This was a 16.56 mile weekend, with evening runs Friday and tonight. And of course, Saturday saw the euphoric joy of 10 chilly miles on my rail trail with all the sunshine a girl could ask for.


Running toward om? Running till Spring.

PS: Just so everyone is aware, GO HARD 2014 {globally organized hug a runner day} is this week! November 20th. Hug a runner!

Monday, November 10, 2014

turning a corner

There was a moment, just before bedtime. He was reading me his new Star Wars: A New Hope early reader book, and wiggling his newly loose tooth with his tongue as he turned pages. Much like yesterday's read, he couldn't finish a page without expounding on each character or turn of events in great detail. He is all seriousness wrapped up in the soft skin of his babyhood, and I realize we're turning a corner. 

He's six. That's like, person aged. 

I intuited his personality before he was born. He is simply everything. My love. The boy who most fiercely has snagged my heart.

Happy 6th Birthday, B. Don't grow up too quickly.

the most perfect day.

At 7am, a warm snuggly girl child nestled her way into my bed. At yoga, teacher demonstrated a shoulder stand sequence that made me gasp in awe, and then laugh at the ludicrous thought that I could accomplish it. Which I then totally did. Thirty minutes on the elliptical, during which time I discovered Magic's "Rude" is the most perfect combination of cadences for that specific device.

Brunch at the penthouse because my kids have followed me into the love of bacon and French toast. Overcome with a feeling of domesticity that resulted in a stockpot of simmering baked potato soup that'll last me ages.

Grocery shopping on a 55 degree day....

Hold up. That ain't right. PLAYGROUND on a 55 degree day.

This smile never dims. 

He's going to be six tomorrow. I'm still baffled by this. 

This was the highlight of playground time. As this picture was being taken, she said, "Mommy. I'm so scared." She made several attempts to climb up to the top, and B came over to help coach her along. When she made it up he hugged her and told her he was proud. Then he climbed down to coach her back down. And hugged her and told her he was so proud. This happened four more times. 

So chill. 

Oh. And then this happened, because there is no rule at all about Mamas being on the playground zip line and B loves a chance to snap some photos. 

We've had a blessedly gorgeous and prolonged and vibrant and colorful Autumn in the Hudson Valley and on days such as this, I can't help wonder if it'll be the last and so we head outside. They played so hard, L fell asleep in the car.

AND THEN. We grocery shop. Upon return L spontaneously put on the Annie dvd, and I am convinced I have won at motherhood. Finishing working my way through some groceries bestowed upon me by one of my favorite folks, and so {logically} chicken fajitas from scratch. Which L, loved. Of course all this time in the kitchen means every dish I own has been used, washed, and reused multiple times today. But it smells good here, the kitchen is toasty, and all the bellies are full.

All the perfection culminating in my sweetest boy showing me his first loose tooth on the eve of his 6th birthday.

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I take that back. The perfection culminated in B taking 20 minutes to read me his Star Wars: The Clone Wars book, complete with an encyclopedic overview of the entire Star Wars universe. And L falling asleep like this...

My soul sighs the happiest of sighs.  

Sunday, November 2, 2014

godspeed and fare thee well.

The love I have for this little rectangle is not natural. I understand that it borders on the absurd, and the slightly shallow, but I make no apologies.

A few weeks ago, the power button just stopped powering. I hadn't realized what a compulsive screen locker I was until that happened. But, I set up the assistive touch and all was salvageable.

Shortly after that, I found myself running across the concrete concessions area of the stadium at which we held the Buddy Walk. My phone was in my jacket pocket until suddenly it wasn't and concrete is really unforgiving. Remarkably, the actual crack in the phone was minimal considering no case. That didn't translate in usability, though, and slowly over the past few days the touch screen has become increasingly persnickity. *sigh*

Finally, today, I caved and made the upgrade. I really just wanted to get another 4s because I think it was last best phone Apple made. I really did not want to get the 6 because I hate it. So, I split the difference and picked up a 5s. And a case. Because if nothing else, I'm pretty adept at learning my lesson.

I may keep my broken 4s forever and ever just because. And because Sprint won't give me anything for it through their buyback program. But mostly because sentimental.