This photo was taken last Sunday morning as Christina and I drove out of the city. It’s sunrise over the East River, but somehow the contrast seems high to me for sunrise, and there is something vaguely evening-ish about the photograph.
It’s one of those days for me: confusion about which end is up, which way is forward, and which corner of my head will provide solace. I’ve written and taken down a couple of blog posts; despite concerted efforts, I can’t find my center today. The children have been arguing and I’m just feeling a bit out of sorts.
We had a lovely visit this morning with Kara, Jason, and baby Will – that was a respite from myself, and certainly the highlight of the day. Grace and Whit both really enjoyed holding Will and seeing them behaving gently, responsibly, playing the role of Big Kid made me simultaneously proud and sad. I ask and expect them to behave so much like full-blown children, and yet it was just yesterday that they were as small and helpless as baby Will. Hurry hurry hurry up, grown up, behave older than you are, wait wait wait, come here, let me hold you, why is time moving so fast?
Welcome to my world.
