Without you . . .

With sweaty palms and joy, I’m excited to announce that I’m finally launching my etsy shop! You are the first to know–not because I am trying to sell you anything (and I truly am not, and I also promise not to use this blog to promote the shop beyond sharing today’s news!)–but because this is as much yours to celebrate as mine.

Paradise is…

Cuban coffee. ​​ puppy dogs. Key west man who said, “you wanna take my picture?” I told him I was taking photos to paint later because I’m an artist. He said he’s an artist too–a guitarist who played with Brett Michaels before he joined the marines! Love this place.  Next up, reef snorkeling. Husband is…

“I am the cheese monster!”

4:02 a.m.

Child climbs into bed with me. Husband is blissfully asleep in guest bed “getting over a the stomach flu.” Please, you know he is psychic and predicted this event transpiring.

4 y.o.: “It is dark!”

Me: “Yes Z, it is the middle of the night.”

4yo: “I AM THE CHEESE MONSTER!”
Me: perplexed. Laughs.
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Fierce

This morning my four-year-old woke up, strutted into the living room stark naked and declared “Good morning my little lovely!” Now that’s what I call an entrance.