Treasuring these moments
Big girl is three years old now. I am planning baby girl’s first birthday. Right now, the living room floor is covered in toys and I can hear the girls playing in hallway. The floor is a mess and I really should use this time to put away the toys, or start some laundry, or load the dishwasher, or get some grad school work done….but instead…. I’m going to sit here and listen to the laughter with the knowledge that this time will be gone in the blink of an eye. They won’t always want to play together. They won’t always want to snuggle on the couch. They won’t always want to hold my hand. They won’t always want to ride on Daddy’s shoulders. So, for now, the toys will stay on the floor and the laughter in the hallway will continue as long as it can.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Ephemeral.”
When you see this box, you can rest assured that it is full of yummy.
There are some things that I miss about living in the city: living just a quick walk away from restaurants and parks, lots of activities to do on the weekend. There are also lots of things that I don’t miss: parking, paying rent to help someone else pay their mortgage, the high cost of, well, everything. But there is one thing that I do truly miss – a great slice of raspberry marzipan torte. After a quick brunch date with a friend back in the old ‘hood, I needed a taste of nostalgia.
The cake did not last long…….
There are other “Chicago foods” that, of course, remind me of the city. But, I can get a darn good Chicago char dog lots of places and I live just a few blocks away from several locations where I can get an Italian beef. So, for me, the raspberry marzipan torte is my taste of Chicago. Luckily, we didn’t move that far away and a trip to the city for an adventure (or just a slice of cake) is not a big deal.
If you were to move away from home, what would be the one food that you would miss?