we're just home from a few days with pippi and chief, and i swear i will be scrubbing carolina soil from francis' rompers 'til kingdom come. and how i love that -- the way days stitch themselves into our clothes, onto our skin. and how happy i am made -- sharing the novelties of southern summer with my northern stars, living days with my baby in the foothills where i was a baby, seeing his grandparents pour their love into him, feeling fresh air and cold lake nourishing my bones. our homecoming has been a love song of pitchers filled with hydrangeas -- anything to make these days last even a little bit longer.
precious memories, every single one.