Mixing the old with the new
The lastest issue of Cherry Bombe
This weekend has made me wish I could magically slow the clock from ticking. Jared and I had an unplanned date night on Friday evening near his favorite part of town. We spent the latter part of Saturday watching The First Monday In May and indulging our appetites. Today has included reading my favorite New York Times’ column, watching his favorite show, and tidying our home.
This weekend has also included important conversations about this incredibly powerful letter and this morning’s devastating events. These conversations, in addition to many things, remind me to treasure and protect the moments described above. This poem has also come to mind:
I hope as we start the week anew, we do so with kindness, compassion, and love. I hope our desire to better understand one another becomes more insatiable each and every day, too.