Boxing Day


Maybe it's because it's my house, and you've never seen it before, and it's some kind of continued disclosure. Or the fact that my camera's got the winter dust. Or it's the kids' ages and the question of their footprint. There's a photographic pause these days, but it's been too long, and look. Evan's first big-kid belt and Ben's first tie, worn for two days straight. Every day they're growing up, all long-legged and ready.

I don't know how to say thank you. It's out there and you had so much to say and remember and it meant so much to hear it. We had a great Christmas and I hope you did too, even if yours made you feel tender somehow, like ours did. I've been thinking of everyone else out there in the middle of change, and on the other side of it, and it's helped. That's got a lot to do with you.

There's cedar essence in the iron kettle and it makes me think of the west. The kids had malteasers and flake bars for breakfast. I lost to video games, whole-heartedly, and now they talk like BOO-BOO-BEEP except when they say I LOVE YOU MOMMY more sweetly than they ever have in their whole entire lives. There's 2012, waiting.