On seasons.

Bon vendredi fou á tous. Enthusiasms is horizontal on the couch, napping while the baby (and my mom and sister) naps. Meanwhile, here’s one from the archives. <3 J

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The lip balm was cherry-flavored, the slightly annoying kind you have to apply with your fingers, but still—tucked away for so many months, it always feels like finding a little present from a past self, right?

It came along with a crumpled receipt for a bag of Doritos I bought from the 7-11—pregnant, hungry, and craving something bad for me. Now, my baby is dragging himself across the carpet to reach the cat’s tail, but I can remember that day, licking the last bit of stuck-on cheese dust from my fingers and the sick-sweet lozenge smell of lip balm, not yet lost.