Alda Merini


Mi basta solo una lieve carezza che faccia tremare un po’ la mia vita.


oh, pumpkin.


For the record, I have never referred to anyone ever as “pumpkin.” Doesn’t roll off the tongue for me in the natural way that say…”peanut butter” does. And yes, I do call my kids peanut butter sometimes. They love it. Makes them think I’m going to nibble them. Which I do sometimes but just on their sweet little cheeks.


and so it begins…


Sorting through all the feels here this morning as my youngest heads off to preschool for the first time. Mama bear is not loving the quiet in the house right now and missing the tiny footsteps running up and down the halls, the random hugs and kisses and the sound of toys being played with or tossed about. I’m sure it will just take time to get used to this new stage of life, but as of right now, I do not like it.