I know I still haven't published my word of the year. My mind reminds me every time I think about it.
But I'm in this weird, joyful, sleep-deprived, ice-and-snow limbo world of grandmothering for the next week, and I'm using it as a bonus week to think even deeper about my word choice for 2016.
What footprint do I want to leave on my world? On my family? On my soul?
Soul searching and newborn babies. I think it could be the perfect storm.
And loving on this round little guy and his siblings.
three surprise plates for lunch, and play a few rounds of Candy Land. Just the important things, folks.