Wake Up

I have this new-ish life, and a new-ish lease on life, and I’ve been wanting to write about it.

Driving to work, driving Leo to school, driving home—yes, there is a lot of driving these days—I am often writing in my head. I think about doing this, what I’m doing right now. So here I am.

Last summer we bought this new house kind of on impulse, still riding the tailwinds of my near-death-experience, still learning how to be still-alive, still learning how to thrive.

Just now Edith came in and held her fists out in front of her face, presenting them to me. “Mom, I lost my pinkies. Mom! I lost my pinkies.”

She’s tucked her pinkies into the center of each fist. She’s literally beaming with pride.

”I didn’t used to be able to do this!”

Wake up, wake up. Today is another new day.