Do you remember when we used to take our time?
Sitting barefoot on the deck of your house in Clarendon, twilight giving way to night?
Floating down the James River into the stillness of a Charlottesville summer, shoulders slowly bronzing, accommodating long pauses in conversation and the sense that the azure sky above us went on forever?
Afternoons with my feet in your lap, shadows crawling across the ceiling of my R Street apartment until we’d light a lamp in the crepuscular dim?
Mornings passing like honey, suffused in amber sun and twisted sheets and the languid and disorderly conversation as to whether we might go out, maybe, to the Farmer’s Market in Lincoln Park, or the dog park, or to just sit in the little square of the backyard, reading?
Now: every moment accounted for, so little give in our schedules.
I will not complain.
This is not an inequality, with angle brackets indicating a higher value in “the before times.” It is a clause, perhaps, beholden to its own conditions, complete and satisfying in its own way.
Still, I can miss the befores, the simplicity of planning to be together with no agenda, no curfew, not even the specter of concern about what a late night might do to the morning’s plans.
We talk now of “when the kids are off to college” — might we return to Manhattan living, just the two of us? When the city feels more manageable and less governed by strollers on subways and the strangle of little space? I imagine that life would bear a similar sprawl, with just you and me standing still in the center, spinning the world around us. But I know that cannot — will not — be the case. We are forever tied to these beautiful children we have, whether they live with us or not. There are four of us here now in the eye of the hurricane. As it should be.
So instead, I will just sit with those slow memories here in my lap. The way you held your beer down by your pocket, watching the stars emerge one by one above us. The slow reach of your arm for my innertube on the James River, to keep me close. Your Washington-Lee baseball t-shirt, worn thin by time, slipping over your head, as we’d prepare to leave for coffee in the morning — there was and is something distinctive about the movement; I doubt very much anyone does this like you do: clipped and sequential, the same tug at the end each time. Why do I feel blessed by these intimacies? Gifts, all of them, these befores, to which I return in gratitude today.
+On finding an easy kind of love.
+Mr. Magpie drove a Jeep named Party Girl in college. It was a big part of his mystique.
+”There is something about growing old with you that continues to return me to my teenage years, as if every trip around the sun is also a reclamation of things past, every rotation a winnowing inward.”
+3 a.m. parties have changed in our time together.
+Total change of topic: what do you eat for lunch?
+Hill House marked down a few of its nap dresses – this iconic style in navy is 30% off! And I have gotten so (!) much surprising wear out of this jeweled top and pants set (both now 65% off). I wore it to my book club a week or two ago with a sparkly headband and velvet furlanes and am actually wearing them this week (in NYC!) with these fun earrings and some burgundy velvet pumps (can’t find exact in velvet but suede ones here).
+Very tempted by this $61 white nap dress…
+This sweater is the perfect shade of blue. Love the shape.
+For my brides to be. I imagine wearing this on a honeymoon, or for breach portraits.
+The platform espadrille trend at a great price point.
+Hard to resist this $59 top (marked down from $200) — such an easy, chic look with denim for spring.
+Gorgeous, well-priced scalloped sheeting.
+Speaking of sheeting, starting to ponder how I might outfit the new bunkbeds in our playroom on the top floor of our home. I am thinking of doing something like stars, swiss crosses, or stripes paired with shams with piping for a tailored look. Also love these shams because they can be personalized in super chic ways — like imagine with our last name in block letters across the front: SHOOP! Or a message in script like “night night,” “bon soir,” “sweet dreams.”
+On-trend top for under $50.
+LOVE this Chanel-inspired boucle dress for $60.
+Pretty floral flats.
+A classic canvas tote for under $20 — take to a local monogrammer!