I
might have mentioned that this year I am embracing the concept of One Little
Word, and that my word for 2018 was “More.” I want more; to appreciate more, to
give more. To write more love letters, to savor more sunsets, to walk more,
dance more, create more---I want MORE. More is good. Or, as Shane used to say,
“More better.”
The
one thing I didn’t mention is that
More will include more Sumes.
That’s
right—MORE Sumes. The big, beautiful, impossible to keep secret that I’ve
(mostly) been keeping is that around August there will be another Sume in the
world—a teeny, tiny Sume. A baby boy Sume, born to my Oldest and his Beloved.
I’ve
already bought books for The Baby. And a stuffed chicken (as one does), and a
rocking chair. And made a new Pinterest folder full of crafts for kids and food
you make to look like animals and how to make your own Play Dough and plant a
sunflower fort and---well. Anyway.
Not
that I’m carried away. I’m just prepping. I’m officially a Prepper, a Grand
Prepper, you might say. It’s my job to be prepared and prepared I shall be.
I
need swing sets and a jar to keep frogs in. Tonka trucks, baby socks, what
else? Probably candy. Grandparents are big on candy, right? I’ll get some
candy.
MORE.
What a lovely word.
Maybug
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