When Tim came home from his Thursday meetings today, I handed him one of these date truffles, and he told me to get my coat, and the two of us headed to Bella Nashville for a pizza date, which is where we’d agreed to work on our book-mapping. We’re so close to turning our manuscript in, with just a few final steps left, and sometimes the difference between one of those steps feeling laborious and one of those steps feeling celebratory is as basic as a Neapolitan-style pizza topped with turnip greens, eaten just as the farmer’s market’s winding down. If there’s nothing else I remember at the end of this book-writing process, I hope it’s that.
While we were out, we got talking about the site’s new design (hey guys, we have a new site design!) and the kind comments we were receiving on Facebook about it and especially about my friend Kendall’s comment about how far the site’s come since the early days. I love thinking about the early days, especially when I can contrast them with the current ones, so if you had hoped I’d already spent up all my sentimentality for the month in all the recent heart posts, I’m sorry to tell you that that one simple Facebook comment started the whole thing all over again. I met Kendall back in 2009, when my friends Wendi and Michele and I had taken a trip to Colorado, and Kendall and some other blog friends met us for breakfast at Lucille’s. I remember Wendi and Michele and I liked the restaurant so much, we went to the Lucille’s in Boulder a few days later. I also remember Kendall brought us some lace cookies from a friend’s baked goods company, and I liked those very much, too. I’d only been blogging about a year at the time, and I hadn’t even met Tim, let alone quit my job or moved to Tennessee or changed my last name. And thinking back to those days and to all the blog designs, headers, recipes, meetups, and experiences that have come since then makes me want to burn the blessings into my head so that I keep count of them and stay filled with thanks.
I’m writing this post from our living room sofa Thursday night, February 6, 2014. Tim’s next to me, editing a few more photos, about to cross one more task off the shortening list that separates us from here and Manuscript Turned In. We’ve redesigned the site, like we’ve done a few times before, because once I get in my head that I want to fix something, my brain keeps working on it, even when I try to turn it off, even when we’re also working on a cookbook. And I just want to write down here in black and white and blogland that I’m thankful. Thankful for the moments when our hearts feel full. Thankful for the moments when they don’t. For the moments when a plate of date truffles feels like yet another sweetness. For the moments when it feels like the thing to turn the day around.