Aidan and I are leaving blinkingly early tomorrow morning. We are going on a whirlwind mother-daughter adventure, a Christmas present given to us by hubby. Aidan will experience her first flight. I will experience my first time flying with a child.

We are packing very, very, very cute clothes. One of us has actually squealed […]

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.

T.S. Eliot