I feel a little restless: the tug in my chest I always feel when I leave Washington; the awareness that I still, despite the three full suitcases, have many things to gather and zip up; the anticipation of packing and moving when I get home.
Instead of springing to action, I am sitting at the counter drinking lychee tea and looking at pictures. The time has been full, "magical" as Ben said last night, a dose of everything.
Here are some pictures:
The babe we met for the first time, cousin Jesh:
brief snow:
baking:
new york with Ben:
Christmas morning:
my sister's crocheted gifts (greatness):
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