Bottling Ordinary

It was a super busy, exhausting, incredible, art-filled week and I took notes on myriad little bits of inspiration continuously.  The culminating exhibit and reading was unreal–the kind of evening you want to put into a bottle and sip from on darker days.

I’ve been meaning to post more, but I’m in a bit of flux here, reading and writing lots of disparate things and I can’t seem to pull it all together into one single post.  Losses and gains and new ideas and old ones proven.  And I’m not perfect, and you’re not perfect and the kids aren’t perfect and life isn’t perfect, but still I am grateful for ordinary nights that also ought to be bottled.  Nights when dinner was good and bedtime was simple and there are books to read and enough coffee for the morning and everything seems completely sustainable.