Virtual Coffee I

A while back I guest posted on Amy's site, Lucky Number13 for her Virtual Coffee post. Now, she's opened up Virtual Coffee and it's now a weekly link up! Please join us in a bit of warmth and friendship. If not this week, mark your calendar for next!

If we were to meet up for coffee today, we'd undoubtedly talk about the rain. It's been with us for four days. And while the kids are sad to not get outside, I'm reveling in the creativity that comes from days inside. Imaginative play and stories told. The moments that are ours. And the sound of the rain... it's a symphony made up of soothing notes and comforting harmonies.

If we were to sit with steaming cups between us, I'd tell you about the week Paige has had. This little amazing girl has said goodbye to diapers. I wouldn't tell you to boast that my two year old {an age which I never believed potty training would be possible...} is potty trained, but because I'm so proud of her. She had been teaching herself how to use the potty, and then after her check up last week, and with the blessing of her pediatrician, we moved forward full force. And she's got it. Yesterday was a break through day. And today, for the first time in years, I'm leaving the house without a diaper in my bag {but with lots, and lots, of changes of clothes... just in case...}

This morning, I'd tell you how I joined a writer's community in Boston. How I signed up for a workshop in November. How it cements certain things in my mind, and how intimidated and excited I am to sit in a room with a group of writers and... write. And share. And work.

Today I'd ask you if your babies are getting ready for their first days of school, as so many mother's are preparing for {or have already sent off...} their little ones to start new adventures. My heart aches for them, is excited for those kids, and I get a little twitchy thinking about Fynn starting Kindergarten in two years. Even two years away, it haunts my mind...

And today, as we said our goodbyes, I'd slip a cellophane package of freshly baked cookies, tied up in ribbon, into your bag. Everyone deserves a little treat... and these cookies are divine.

We'd wait for a break in the showers, and head our different directions. I'd ask where you're going, you'll do the same. I'd tell you we're going to brave the weather for a promised few pairs of new pink undies...

We'd embrace and smile and clutch keys and hold bags close to our bodies, and head out in rain.