how to stop time

when the good old days are now 🍓

Yesterday, Clyde turned seven. He was a baby when we fled Manhattan during Covid. The years have passed quickly—his smallness is over I realized, but only yesterday.

He wanted a party at home, just family, which includes our beloved babysitter, Sam, whom he married in a winter ceremony involving flowers, a tweed suit and a white dress. He was three when…