effusive...

i don't know what to tell you today. all i know is that i'd like to say hi to you.

hi. let me see what else...

i bought these this week because my kelly said they reminded her of me. i am a sucker for things that remind her of me.

i went on a field trip with esmé yesterday, and three different people i don't really know said she is my exact miniature version. i liked this compliment to my toes. she's so damn effusive and enthusiastic and sees others with such joy in her blues, and i'm so hoping those three people meant all that and not her unfortunate hairchop.




also, i am hoping they didn't see her lying brightly to the tour guide when he asked if she'd been there before or if she'd ever flown on the concord. yes to both, apparently. that girl gets around.

but this woman - another mother in the class with the all-time best china bob and teeny tiny bag holding probably only her phone, a credit card, and a red lipstick and of course you're from new york! - pulled me aside and told me i'd changed her way of thinking ever since a little birthday party a month or so earlier.

oh, crap. what did i say now? i wondered. and my heart started racing a little. you know how effusive and enthusiastic i can get!

she and i had been chatting about wanting to move. her back to new york and me...well...everywhere-but-here. and she was worried about taking her two babes back to a big city where everything would be smaller.

everything that doesn't matter would be smaller, i said. everything that matters would be giant.




and here's where i changed her little thought bubble, i guess. i told her life's too short to live somewhere that doesn't make you happy.

i think she's moving.

eep. i've never changed someone's thinking before. as a general rule, i think i should not attempt this ever again.

for the past few weeks, uncle sugar and i have been discussing our next move to somewhere-far-away. and it's the strangest thing...

now that a change is looming? i love where i am just fine.

don't get me wrong; i want to go as fast as i can. but staying isn't so bad, either. i think i just needed a choice. does that make sense?




anyway. life is too short to live somewhere that doesn't make you happy. but maybe even if you're living somewhere that doesn't thrill you to your bones, it might be lovely to be a little more effusive and enthusiastic and look at it with such joy in your blues or browns or greens. that might very well work wonders.

have a sweetheart of a weekend. i may be lazier than usual with stories next week because the girlies three will be home with me and we have some grand adventures planned. xoxo and i'll see you when i see you. Pics from here, here, and here.