Today was gone in a blink.

Trevor skipped his morning yoga class to have coffee in the sunroom before he left for the weekend again. I sat with my journal and the psychology books I’m reading, and between children and phone calls and the random thoughts in my own head that caused me to turn away from reading to calendars or to-do lists or email—hours passed and I didn’t even realize. That’s the thing about Fridays: you mean to take them seriously, but they feel very much like a weekend.

The girls had many plans of their own and I escorted them to those various engagements. What a funny—and fun!—period of parenthood.

In the afternoon, I decided to take charge. I plowed through some web copy for a client and was pleased to check it all off my list.

For the evening, we drove up through the canyon and toward the Beaver Brook water shed in the most magnificent golden light. We saw deer and a fox and all of the aspens ranged from marigold to a neon lemon. We celebrated a little friend’s birthday with chili and angel food cake topped with homemade PINK whipped cream.