I told him…this friend of mine who isn’t a parent yet, but has seen me raise the one I’ve got for the last 7 years or so… It’s weird to feel your heart shine with pride over growth and break with the knowledge of time-passed, all at the same time. — Right? (Talking to my fellow parents here.) It’s massive to think about all the moments that pass, the moments you can never get back. — The kid calls to me from the bathroom… “Mom, I think I’m growing a beard too!” We’ve all (talking about the family here)...Read More
Author: Jen Busfield
Human, this is the sleep of the much contented. No matter how much you fussed on the other side of it, I do not regret my opportunity to snatch prepared chicken from off the counter and dig in. My only regret is that you caught me before I could finish. Really, before I could get a decent start. No matter. I am at peace. See me, Human, and know deep within your bones, I have no remorse. I am pleased. (Did you see how I licked my paws?) And I will be much pleased should you meal prep in...Read More
Help me care today. Because right now, right here, in this moment…I don’t have it in me. I’m worn, torn…profoundly sad and tired; and though I have all these ideas of amazing growth and development – for catching up on all the things I’ve let slip, for cleaning up the piles of poo that have been gathering in my garden – right now, right here, in this moment…I just want to stay under the covers, blanketed from the battles I know are ahead of me today. Help me care about the fight, to have enough good in me to...Read More
This is exactly what I long to tell you… I fell in love with this sign today at the vintage shop, and I wanted to send you the picture I took. I wanted to buy the sign and put it up in our house. I want to sit next to you on the sand and listen to the waves, and be close enough to lean on your shoulder for a moment or two. And maybe whisper how much I love you and this life we’ve built together. — But instead of saying, “I love you,” I would have said,...Read More
There’s no eloquence to be found here tonight… Just thoughts that came to mind throughout the day. — I lost her. She’s gone. This process has changed us all in profound ways, and I didn’t realize that what we had would be over. Maybe it’s not over-over, but it’s definitely over for now. What we knew is gone. There’s no guarantee it will ever return. It might, but why get our hopes up and stay stuck, stagnant with longing. There’s only pushing through, finding the new normal. But goodness, I miss her. — He was so adorable. This young...Read More
About Me: Jen Busfield
Mom (son with High Functioning Autism). Small Biz Owner. Author. Traveler. Blogger. Adventurer. Lover. Foodie. Geek. Picture taker. Silly dancer. Music lover. Latina.
- 2018 Love Letters: Twelve
- Pesto Zoodles with Chia Seeds
- Keeping It Spicy at The Blend & co.
- Delivery Before the Storm
- Plethora of Prayers | September 11, 2018
- Boy Chin Has An Expiration Date
- When the Human Meal Preps
- Plethora of Prayers | September 10, 2018
- 2018 Love Letters: Eleven
- Reflections – Year 37 Day 241
2018 Love Letters
I started writing love letters in 2010. I don’t see any reason to stop. Check out the 2018 letters here. More coming soon.