Which are the moments we hold onto?
The important ones, right? The ones that stand out along our journeys–that make us feel as though we could take hold of moments in time, bury pieces of ourselves there, and use the gravestones we leave as markers of our progress. Marriages, graduations, anniversaries, births.
I remember a few of my milestones, but it isn’t those moments I hope to preserve. I don’t want to store my soul in official moments–I want to remember the times that love was truly present in my life; tangible, subtle, overpowering.
That’s why I wanted to bury a little of my soul in the moment when Babar followed us into the kitchen this morning.
And because a “snuggle-up party” is always a party I’m up for. But you never know what’s really happening until these moments are past.
“Why is she covering up her face, Dada? I don’t like it.”
“Why don’t you like it, honey?”
“Because then you can’t see her face.”
How much can I tell you, girl? You’re so smart, but it can’t be time for me to explain the history of patriarchy you’re up against, can it? Isn’t it too early? I just want to tell you that this little piggie had roast beef and leave it at that.
It didn’t matter. When you’re having a snuggle-up party there’s no time for in-depth asides,only for tickle-time.
And so I didn’t get a chance to tell you, Maggie, Ariel, that you two are the gifts I cherish–so much so that I store pieces of my soul in the moments we spend together. To try and own such a gift is blasphemy. It would diminish the value of your both having presented yourselves to me, as people to love, as my family. I would never seek to wrap you and present you (or unwrap and accept you), because you’re being given and received each moment, freely, by you, and that is the price of our love. All I can do for these moments in time is thank you.
And that is what I will always do.
Hi guys! I wanted to show you a really neat blog I found called Eating Rules. It’s written by Andrew Wilder, a self reformed eater and a guy who actually puts his principles into practice. Pretty cool.
The blog he writes is neat for several reasons. For one, he’s got a variety of good information for people looking to better their diets, like suggestions of how to find the most healthful items at a salad bar–assuming that one needs to eat at a salad bar for some reason; maybe Old Country Buffet is unavoidable because an aging but still eminently youthful and vibrant grandparent simply can’t pass up a bargain like the early bird discount–or providing an amazing looking recipe for vegetarian enchilada casserole that conforms to the new My Plate standard.
Also, he’s… wait! What’s that? A never before seen picture of Maggie looking disinterested has appeared out of nowhere?? Get it out of here! Maggie being disinterested has no place in this post.
Eating Rules! is cool. The blog is well organized and interesting, but the thing I like best is that it takes an unpretentious look at just how simple healthful eating can turn out to be. That inspires me.
I had a great plan for this post today. I wanted to give you a photo tour of our new home, all set up and beautiful. Unfortunately, the reality of moving set in and not only has our home failed to be all set up and beautiful (it’s beautiful to me, and that’s what matters ), I also have no idea where my camera cord is so I couldn’t have shown you pictures anyway. Tomorrow, maybe.
In the meantime I’d like to talk about food, but I haven’t really had a chance to do any research this week either–I’ve been pretty single minded. So instead I’m going to show you three of my favorite pictures from our old home, and hope that I can get back to my real life later this week.
1. Because we loved each other there:
Goodbye old home! I hope you have as many happy memories in store for the next family as you did for us.