Its been quiet lately.
When the holy hour of nap time arrives in the Urban household, I just sit on the couch. I let the sun shine in. I look out the window. I think about the warm fresh air that is pouring into our living room, and the fact that its November. I sit there thinking about that, adoring my thriving lavender plants. I sit and look, despite the chirping of a Type A brain listing all that needs to get done.
I set the alarm for 5:40 a.m. I feel great when I am up early. When I get a workout into my day. When the house looks homey by the time my Mr. Urban and my girl walk down the stairs to start their days.
This week though, I have heard that radio going off at 5:40 a.m., and I just lay still ignoring it. Mr. Urban gently reminds me that its time to get up. But I say nothing. Do nothing. And he being who he is, doesn't say another word. He is great at doing that. Is it called being graceful, or zen, or understanding when you just let things Be?
And so I stay there until I hear a little girl's voice calling for me.
And then we play and laugh and pretend its very cold outside....
Seasons change. But oh so gradually in Los Altos... which still seems to be as warm and lovely as summer.
When the holy hour of nap time arrives in the Urban household, I just sit on the couch. I let the sun shine in. I look out the window. I think about the warm fresh air that is pouring into our living room, and the fact that its November. I sit there thinking about that, adoring my thriving lavender plants. I sit and look, despite the chirping of a Type A brain listing all that needs to get done.
I set the alarm for 5:40 a.m. I feel great when I am up early. When I get a workout into my day. When the house looks homey by the time my Mr. Urban and my girl walk down the stairs to start their days.
This week though, I have heard that radio going off at 5:40 a.m., and I just lay still ignoring it. Mr. Urban gently reminds me that its time to get up. But I say nothing. Do nothing. And he being who he is, doesn't say another word. He is great at doing that. Is it called being graceful, or zen, or understanding when you just let things Be?
And so I stay there until I hear a little girl's voice calling for me.
And then we play and laugh and pretend its very cold outside....
Seasons change. But oh so gradually in Los Altos... which still seems to be as warm and lovely as summer.
Impromptu Wednesday night dinner on the patio of our fave Mexican restaurant |
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