yesterday: i remembered that there was a bag of blood oranges somewhere in the depths of our refrigerator. the first type of orange juice i remember drinking is blood orange juice. when we lived in italy i remember going on vacation and serving myself the red juice from a big whirling tank. the italians make even orange juice something special.
today: i listened to myself when i spoke to my boys (particularly when they were up to no good) and realized i really want to learn that balance between gentleness, firmness, kindness, and guidance. i read somewhere that someone thought they sounded like a sunday school teacher when they brought God/scripture into the discussion with their kids. amen to that. sometimes it just feels so unnatural and awkward. i’m working on it.
tomorrow: wednesday marks one month until we move. i think this reality is hitting us more and more each day, and omar and i are realizing more and more how much we are going to miss this beautiful, messy, loud, great city.