2013 I spent wanting it to hurry up, for the next stage of life to begin. And when it didn't, when life was the same, beautiful, but less full than I imagined, I wanted to rush it. I wanted to hurry along to something, even if I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Even now, with the balancing act of different baskets (rather than keeping all of our eggs in one), I want to hurry, hurry. But I force myself to pause. To acknowledge today and it's beauty.
Heart shaped biscuits
Color matching toys I made for Nora.