i woke up early this morning and after twenty minutes or so, remembered this dream i had. i dreamt about a spanish man, soft brown skin and deep brown eyes, he was taller and i was shy. i can't remember what he was talking about, but i was deeply moved, and my friend urged me to go introduce myself. i said no, and continued to stare; i was enamoured. i don't remember what brought him to my side, but he came to say hello and i introduced myself as a writer and we immediately began this electric conversation, energy spilling from our fingertips as i started to take notes on the city sidewalk in coral colored chalk as he spoke softly; i was smiling, somehow managing to hold my composure and play the role of sensual woman and he fell in love with me then, undeniably so, and i knew it, i held it in my hands like i would a baby bird. he was impressed with me; i was sure of this and it was fragile but his eyes looked so far into me that i took it, drank it, i let him draw me out. he was a stranger, a traveler, a twentysomething student mind; my hair was long. then, we stood in the kitchen of a house together anticipating a goodbye, frantically searching for time to cling to before he would catch his plane back home.
happy birthday little bug
grace turned three today! we had a party yesterday evening at a park nearby; food and friends and lots of playground time, even a very cute dog.
i want my hair to look like this top
picturei want to wear
this every day
and when it is hanging to dry with the clips above, i will wear
this.
love this whatever it's called,
cabinet?
today was hard; i am tired and grace has been...well...three. i may even go as far as to say that three, with it's stinky feet, attitude, and unwavering persistence, blows "terrible two's" right out of the water. however, it also brings these moments of naked joy and giggles, and the ability to diffuse anything with this
song:
taken as she was vacuuming up the play dough she threw on the carpet.
pssst. i stamped a journal for lisa.
3 comments:
oh my gosh, she looks so old in that picture.
also, could you send the beautiful spanish man into my dreams please?
I agree with Brittany, she looks like a little girl instead of an almost toddler.
And, I really really love the little stuffed owl. I want one to keep.
I've found with my kids that 3 is harder than two just because they're still as naughty, but they're a whole year smarter about it. It brings a whole new dimension to mischief-making. The good thing though, is that when they start getting towards 4 things seem to settle down a lot. I hope it happens faster for you and Grace.
Love the moleskine you sweet girl.
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