On Saturday, I woke up out of sorts. I didn't know what to get myself into. I felt bored and restless, ready to have a baby, and equally ready to say goodbye to winter. A serious funk was trying to settle in, but then
Carrie lives two hours away, so this kind of spontaneity is pretty impressive. Meanwhile, Tom took Sena and Gus to the indoor pool, Arlo fell asleep and I found myself with a quiet hour as my friend headed down. The sun was shining through the windows, and my house felt clean and calm. It was a beautiful, peaceful moment, wonderfully interrupted by their arrival. Arlo woke up to play with his friend; I got to hang out with mine.
As the evening progressed, more people streamed in. We made a big dinner. Arlo and Felix entertained us with their constant adorableness; something about watching two kids the exact same age interact is better than also any television show that has ever been made. Every single thing they do feels like the most adorable thing I have ever seen, and I just want to take pictures of it all.
It was the perfect distraction.