I figured since I've been posting photos of myself during Christmas as a kid, it's only fair that I do the same for my husband. He may not think so but, luckily he's at work as I write this so... Sorry, honey. You just look so cute as a little 13-month old! And I see so much of Alice's little face in his, especially in those top two photos.
The hormonal roller coaster I was on the last couple of weeks seems to have run its course. I feel much more even-keeled. More back to normal. Maybe it's the four-times-weekly CrossFit and bike-trainer-riding I've been doing. Or maybe it's those womanly hormones finally righting themselves. Who knows. But it's great to not be on the verge of tears or the edge of a meltdown at any given moment, that's for sure.
And so, on the cusp of a four-day weekend, with an aromatic stew in the slow cooker and my second cup of coffee in hand, I feel... for the first time in a long time... balanced. And it feels wonderful.
Reflection. Boylston St. Dec 2011.