Already a new year. Days flying by. The dead of winter. Sickness. You officially with someone else. Her. I push past the lyrics of songs to forget. Life slows down — yet it’s so busy. I think of my early 20s & its madness. Now I just look forward to finals week to have more time.
Sickness & winter continue. Worst January ever. Literally have done nothing but work & be home all month. Hopefully February will be better. Lots to look forward to at least. Noah gets sweeter every day. All that I want…
I really don’t write in here much — sleeping with Noah. He’s almost 20 months — & I love him more and more each day and it’s harder to be apart from him. He’s down in Indiana today — & I miss him — terribly. Twice now in the past month, I’ve had a weekend here without him, and both times I felt sad & bored & unsure of what I feel like I’m missing — going out drinking — & how it’s not so appealing any more.
Note: The “you” in this post is Noah.
This week, you finally said the words I’ve been waiting to hear: “I love you.”
Those three words — words I’ve heard before from men who I’ve dated, including your father — are often words a woman wants to hear. But this time was so different, so sweet, so much better.
Mother’s Day. My baby is almost 22 months — my how time has flown. He is the sweetest boy in the world. A few weeks ago he said “I love you” for the first time. It’s amazing listening to him talk, learn to. Incredible really. To be your mother is to be the best woman I can be.
Vinci, Italy —
We are here. What an absolutely amazing place! I’m so lucky to experience this trip with these four talented people. Tuscany is vineyards as far as the eyes can see — just stunning really and it’s cool because we have a driver and translator wherever we go. And the food & wine are incredible. Four days of this left — it’s so short, really. Today was hard because of all the traveling. I hope tomorrow I will feel better, although I went to bed too late already working on photos & blog posts & a poem.
Vinci, Italy —
Can’t sleep. Not enough time to write and work here with the days full of activities — eating & drinking. I’m thinking of taking the day off tomorrow to work and sleep. Things are not working for me & I’m not sure what I will produce for DaVinci — poems, blog posts, a long narrative, a journalistic piece. I know what I could do — but I don’t have the time for that — to shadow one of the growers or winemakers to tell his story. I’m not sure what I will do.
