How he looks in that photo? That’s how I felt at Blissdom this weekend. Bemused, fascinated, rumpled. Bright-eyed despite the sleeplessness. Happy to be in thick of things despite feeling, at times, overwhelmed.
It was lovely. I’m exhausted and at a loss as to how to describe such a weekend of friendship – old and new – and ideas and laughter – so much laughter – and outlaw diaper changing and sleepless nights with teething babies and cowboy boots and did I mention friends?
Maybe after I nap. Maybe not. Sometimes, it’s okay to be without words. And in any case, that picture is worth a thousand.
(Now, am going to sleep for hours and hours and hours and hours. And dream of cowboy boots and babies and Little Debbie’s Yellow Cake and sweet Nashville sunshine. Night-night)
*Gorgeoustastic photo by the extraordinarily talented and sweet-as-pie Will.