So, today, we had a moment; a little chunk of time during which we were feeling crummy, feeling blah, and a bit overwhelmed. Maybe it was a case of the Sundays, or a post-champagne-funk, but it wasn't fun. So, obviously we had to dance it out. To Robyn. And really, it made things better. Because, at the very least, I can delight in knowing that, if nothing else, we have now ...
The beginning.
As our journey forward together commences, let's stop for a moment to remember where we've been. And....GO!
Easy like.
When you go on a wri-atus like I had (have?) it isn't so easy to know where to pick up. We have much catching up to do. But, I figured that Sunday morning snuggles on the floor, in matching pink pjs, set to the tune of Joni Mitchell was not a hard place to start.
I miss writing.
I do. I miss it terribly. I miss writing like it's a limb that's been asleep and I'm just now shaking it awake; It hurts a bit, it's still uncomfortable, and I do not yet think I can bear weight on it. I miss it so much that I ache. But it's been hard to write. Not hard because life's ...
Who else but that baby sis
will send a late night email, headed "THREE VERY IMPORTANT THINGS!!" that details three separate accounts of the goings-on of some of our favorite Bravo-lebrities and Bloggers?!(!?!?) It should also be noted that: This morning, we planned her future wedding song, talked about the Sex and the City re-run that we had both, coincidentally, just re-watched and came up with ...
So, not only is she a singer,
and not only is she wild about music, but this kid of mine is now a songwriter, evidently; For this afternoon, as we finished up our lunches and listened to some tunes, she broke out into an original song, "Murry, Eat My Chicken Fingers" to the tune of "Rocky Raccoon". So, yes. She will be on tour by next ...
Sweet little thing.
Early morning, on a walk to the bakery. The bells on the shoppe door jingled and sang as we escaped from the sunny heat to the cool, sugary air. We held her up to the displays; row of confections all covered in pastels and powdered sugar and gold leaves. She pointed to what she fancied: One Blueberry Macaron, please. (And a Madeleine, just ...
I should mention…
Earlier today, I picked up my iPhone to find this: It seems that someone had been doing a little dialing. And, I should mention that the above Googling occurred right after I intercepted her from doing this: And, perhaps I should mention that as she was sorting through this case of beer, she was blabbing away, saying "Mmmmm, ...
On Peace.
This afternoon, on a walk down our street, my daughter held her two fingers in the air (as she has been known to do) and said, "Peace, man." To whom, I don't know. I like to think it was to every man. But that's just me. And her gesture got me thinking about words and concepts like peace and equality and how I ...
Anniversary
Last week, we celebrated our Anniversary. I have so much to say, but don't quite know how... except for this: Four years ago, life looked like this: And this year, on our anniversary, it looked like this: And today, it looks like this: Ever after, for always and love love love is still all I need.
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