Sweet Sweaty Sunday

Left: sweaty, but happy | Right: trying to keep Henry cool by any means necessary

Just got back from the US National Whitewater Center, where we planned to see Langhorne Slim (Henry’s First Concert!) – instead, we melted into puddles of goo during the opening acts and goo-traveled back to our car, Alex Mack-style, answering the call of the Air Conditioning before Langhorne even took the stage.

Despite the sticky heat, we had a blast. The USNWC is awesome, and if they had a little more shade available, it would be an absolutely perfect place for a concert. Dogs and babies are welcome, which is always a plus, and the rapids run straight through the park, so you can watch rafting groups and solo kayakers brave the waters even if you’re only there to drink beer and adventure vicariously through others. There’s also a zip line running through the park, which would have been a perfect way to catch a breeze on a night like tonight.

Since we had Henry in tow (and babies are for some reason discouraged from ziplining), we opted instead to drink a couple of beers (just us, not Henry) and craft a makeshift canopy out of our stroller and a couple of blankets until we just couldn’t stand the heat any longer. And then, we sucked it up and sweated it out for the hike back to the car.

Henry has been out since we buckled him in to his car seat, Josh is downstairs drafting his fourth fantasy football team, and I’m hitting the sack as soon as I publish this post. Good Sunday, team.



After some breakfast, catching up on my feedly, and drinking a couple cups of coffee,  Josh and I worked on the kitchen and the living room until Henry went down for his morning nap. I was still tired, a little achey, and generally feeling pretty ho-hum toward the prospect of a sleepy Saturday spent tidying up and watching Netflix.

But THEN! My phone buzzed! And it was my sweet friend Julia, telling me she had a few hours between flights at the Charlotte airport! So as soon as he woke up, Henry and I loaded up and headed toward CLT-Douglas to save Julia from spending her afternoon stranded in the terminal. We headed to Whole Foods for a delicious lunch on the patio.

Julia is the kind of BFF you read about in books – no matter how long it’s been since we’ve seen each other, talking with her feels like putting on my favorite, softest t-shirt.

She snapped the above photo of Henry and me as we were leaving – it’s one of my new favorites. I love Henry’s subtle side-eye. (Josh teaches him tricks. But the half-judgy shifty eye? I taught him that.)

a new first page

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“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.” – William Wordsworth | image via

I’ve never kept a journal.

I mean, I’ve always kept a journal, but I’ve never kept a journal.

Growing up, I wrote in notebooks regularly – but I never seemed to fill one book before starting another, and I was never especially sentimental about the books I left behind. I was always very paranoid that someone might happen upon an old journal, read it, and judge past-me for the things she wrote. So each time I moved to a new journal, the old one was destroyed, completely and without hesitation.

I know I’m in the minority. I’ll never read aloud from my old diary at a Mortified event. I won’t be able to pass down my childhood musings to Henry or his kids when I’m old and far removed from my fear of being judged. And I’m ok with that.

I like the idea of a clean slate. A fresh start. A blank page. So consider this post the first page of a brand new notebook. I’m pressing my pencil to a clean white sheet, and the feeling is just as delicious as I remember.

My hope for maydaily (heck yes new title and everything) is that I post something daily. Photos, videos, songs, quippy asides or rambling thoughts – anything goes as long as I’m thinking and sharing and creating and enjoying.

My journals used to be filled with quotes and song lyrics and magazine clippings that inspired me or resonated or just felt good rolling around in my brain. I filled the pages because it was fun, and because there was no pressure, and the result was something fun and fleeting and authentically me.

I want to capture that feeling again.