Nothing Lasts Fir Ever

I turned the tree on last evening, something I might have been ashamed to do Januarys past.  It is the new year, after all, and Christmas is over.  There hasn't been much time for undecorating here, and not a lot of pressure to do it anyway.
I felt a crescendo of anticipation leading up to celebrations last month, but I didn't let the holiday season breathe down my neck the way I have before.  And I've continued to usher adagio days, welcoming twenty twelve at an easy pace.  I won't be listing resolutions in some New Years manifesto, but I will acknowledge a desire to find purchase in each day, to make time for the things that matter.

 Tollie's learning to roll over!

There's a common notion that doing nothing, or very little, is somehow bad.  Confronted by rushaholics caught in the grip of urgency, I want to remind myself that slowing down is a noble alternative.  With three small children, doing nothing, or very little, is hardly an option.  But days with soft edges and shiny spots, prosaic days when we're all happily alive at the end, are the goal.

 Tucker's learning that stamps are meant for paper...

Plenty of things serve to remind us that children grow up and leave home.  Plenty of things serve to remind us that not all children grow up and leave home.  Right now rolling and stamping matter, and we just can't be consumed with the future much.  We'll get the tree down eventually.

JEB