The last two months of the year is upon us, our busiest time of year both at work and home. Holiday season at the shop officially kicks off and in the midst of prepping the field for our annual superbowl, I internally rally for the slew of family birthdays heading into Thanksgiving and Christmas. The divine hilarity of it all is that somehow we’ve managed to bring home a 1-year-oldish rescue who, in any given hour, has managed to wipe out Cody (our other sweet boy who the vet now affectionately refers to as senior in his ripe old age of 9), chase my little one around till she demands to be carried, or shred the corner of our dining area rug. I am now a mom of two girls, two businesses, and two furbabies.
Another thing to the mix? I know, it’s absurd. As a very aware type-B, I’m hypervigilant about predictability and margin when our calendar inevitably starts looking like a draft research paper this time of year. But as I watch my older one scoop up this 8lb living stuffed animal and tuck a pillow under his head as he sleeps, I remember that delight often comes in the shape of a yes.
To more yeses and more delight,
Pat
