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Thursday, February 2, 2012
Drew at 2 years, 7 months & 5 days
These days are fleeting.
You talk -- a lot. You're a girl in my family, after all. You love puzzles and do them well. You have a repertoire of at least 50 songs and you sing them all day long, sometimes changing the words to show me how silly you are. When you aren't singing, you are probably laying on your back, feet in the air, nigh-night tucked under your arm, thumb in your mouth, listening to one of your CDs and memorizing the words for your next performance at the dinner table (or the grocery store).
Your compassion and empathy are sincere. You rub my back, give me hugs and look at me with sympathy when I have a cold, my back hurts, or I'm just having a day. You take pride in the fact that you undoubtedly can make me smile and then you say, I make you happy!
When daddy and brother leave for the day, you immediately say, Now its just the two of us!
You still crawl in bed with me almost every morning. A luxury I had begun to grow tired of until the series of mornings when it didn't happen. I welcome you with open arms every time now-- as long the clock doesn't read 5 something A.M.
You dig wormies in the backyard with huge enthusiasm, you still say pasketti, waterwomen, and yes I don't.
I wish I could save a little bit of this you for later. Instead, I'll be the best sponge I can be and soak up all this goodness while its here. I love you, my Drew.
You talk -- a lot. You're a girl in my family, after all. You love puzzles and do them well. You have a repertoire of at least 50 songs and you sing them all day long, sometimes changing the words to show me how silly you are. When you aren't singing, you are probably laying on your back, feet in the air, nigh-night tucked under your arm, thumb in your mouth, listening to one of your CDs and memorizing the words for your next performance at the dinner table (or the grocery store).
Your compassion and empathy are sincere. You rub my back, give me hugs and look at me with sympathy when I have a cold, my back hurts, or I'm just having a day. You take pride in the fact that you undoubtedly can make me smile and then you say, I make you happy!
When daddy and brother leave for the day, you immediately say, Now its just the two of us!
You still crawl in bed with me almost every morning. A luxury I had begun to grow tired of until the series of mornings when it didn't happen. I welcome you with open arms every time now-- as long the clock doesn't read 5 something A.M.
You dig wormies in the backyard with huge enthusiasm, you still say pasketti, waterwomen, and yes I don't.
I wish I could save a little bit of this you for later. Instead, I'll be the best sponge I can be and soak up all this goodness while its here. I love you, my Drew.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Julie & Tom
Even if Julie wasn't my sister and best friend, even if Tom weren't the kind of guy you welcome into your family with open arms, this is the kind of couple that you just want to celebrate having found each other. When you are around them you can see just why Tom loves Julie and Julie loves Tom. It's not hard to love them too when the day is full of laughing, playing like kids and picking out vintage finds at the shop down the street.
It's going to be a fun wedding this summer!
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Post Christmas at the Ranch
When it rained we were immersed in reading, opening more Christmas gifts, introducing great-grandparents to the wonders of Skype, groaning at Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (bossanova, dude!), and hot baths.
When the sun came out we touched velvety noses, listened to the whinnying and clippity clop we'd only really heard in movies, caught glimpses of rainbows and glinty droplets.
It was even worth the hours and hours in the car with fidgety small ones, the horrors of Jack in the Box (I know, I know - I am fast food illiterate), the nights of interrupted sleep and the morning where I had to go hours before I got any coffee in my system.
When the sun came out we touched velvety noses, listened to the whinnying and clippity clop we'd only really heard in movies, caught glimpses of rainbows and glinty droplets.
It was even worth the hours and hours in the car with fidgety small ones, the horrors of Jack in the Box (I know, I know - I am fast food illiterate), the nights of interrupted sleep and the morning where I had to go hours before I got any coffee in my system.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Solstice Celebration
On the solstice we gathered with Addison's school community to celebrate the returning of the light. Children are amazing. It was pretty powerful to see the intention and creativity pouring from these small people. They wrote and performed a play for us, made glowing lanterns, wrote their wishes for the new year, sang carols and gave handmade ornaments to strangers. At the end of the night, we wrote our grievances for the year and watched them go up in smoke.
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