This was going to be a post about how my family is coming over tomorrow to paint the teepee my aunt Tina gave me for Roby. It used to be my cousin’s, but now it’s hers. We’re going to go to hobby lobby to get art supplies because I have none, then we’re going to paint it together. I was going to write about the importance of actually setting out to make time like that, time spent together. Then I saw these images of Abby and I decided my time would be better spent with an AAP (Abby Appreciation Post)

We live alone now, just the three of us: Abby, Roby, and me. 
That makes it very easy to make time together. It isn’t effortless, we still have to do it, it’s still possible for time to slip by where we don’t spend it in conscious enjoyment of one another. It’s possible, but I don’t actually think we’ve gone a day without concerted appreciation for our situation in...I can’t remember how long. 

We go on walks,
we cook dinner,
we make eachother tea,
we walk around the loop,
we watch Tokyo Vice,

It’s nice, really nice. And it doesn’t feel automatic. I think that’s the best bit, that it doesn’t feel automatic. That’s probably because it isn’t easy. The work is tiring and engaging and perfect. 

Every day has felt like summer vacation since we moved to Plainfield. That doesn’t mean every day has felt like the first day of summer vacation, but still, it’s a really good thing. Some days feel like that first time you’ve checked the reading list and realized you’re behind, other’s have felt like the first day of summer camp, or the last, other days have felt like June, and some like September, but then we just loop back around again. 

Abby makes it easy to feel very lucky. She makes it feel like June 1st even in February.