i’ve written before about pressing pause. stopping everything and letting the moment sink in. closing my eyes and trying to take a photo of it with my mind. it’s so fleeting. i’ve tried writing and re-writing my thoughts here, but i can’t seem to do it without sounding sentimental. it sneaks in. forgive me.
my littlest will be in school come september. the days filled with these moments are slipping away faster than i can hold onto them, and all i have left to show for it are a sink full of dishes, a slightly quieter blog, and a cotton line pegged full with paintings we’ve made, hanging there to dry.
who knew watching paint dry would be so bittersweet.