I have had an overwhelming need to write lately. Not about anything profound or even all that important...just to "talk" in an effort to purge the words, emotions, and thoughts in my head. I miss it. I miss sharing our stories and photos and adventures. It's not that we haven't had anything to share...it's quite the opposite, actually. We've been so busy I haven't had the TIME to share.
And that makes me sad. As I've mentioned before, so many moments have fallen through the cracks in my memory. So many stories have gone untold and will undoubtedly be forgotten until such time in the distant future when some random event sparks a flicker of remembrance. Even then the memory will be fleeting, as many of my memories are these days.
As I sit here in my new pink camo recliner the wood stove is cranking at about 80 degrees. My wine, which was once chilled, is now lukewarm and my cat is insisting on garnering all of my attention.
Nate will be turning 10 (!) in less than 2 weeks and Dave and I are trying to plan a special trip to commemorate this big birthday (double digits!). I figured at 10 he's over the whole "party" thing (or at least I am!). So instead of spending the money to have a magician come entertain 20 of his "closest" friends, we're looking to provide an adventure and build some lifelong memories. In true Nate fashion, we're going to bring him to NYC to tour the 9/11 memorial and maybe visit FDNY. It'll be perfect for our little Fire Bug. I cant' wait! I hope he doesn't miss out too much on the chance to celebrate with his friends, but I want to make it special in a new way this year.