Friday, February 15, 2013

valentine...


One sweet man, champagne, Chinese take-out, this favorite game.
Three kids, one puppy, no babysitter. 

Somehow still sort of perfect. 




Monday, February 11, 2013

weekend...





This weekend there was a trip to the local nursery that was overflowing with roses. More roses than I've ever seen in one place. A few lovely bushes came home with us.
There was this view from my window of ripening grapefruit and budding roses. A strange view to reconcile with February but a wonderful kind of strange.
And there was this moment captured when they weren't looking, with giggles and books and that amazing light through the window that makes this my favorite room.

On weekends like this it feels very much like home around here.


Tuesday, February 5, 2013

three...



This is us. At just about this time, three years ago. My third baby. Just born and immediately held close. Me holding her, him holding us... she was here. We did it. 

Not in this picture but right there, just out of frame- her big sister, strong, curious, determined to greet her baby sister. Her big brother, hardly "big" at all and hardly noticing anything out of the ordinary, playing games with the midwife. That very same midwife who I trusted and who trusted me. The midwife who knew this baby and I could get to this moment. And there was my doula, my magical friend, a source of strength, a source of calming assurance that I was cared for and respected. She took this picture that captures everything about that moment. 

That ordinary morning but most extraordinary moment. That moment when I got to be the first to hold a child of mine. When that most basic wish was respected by the beautiful women there with me. "Reach down and pick up your baby." Those words still (and always will) resonate in my mind. She was here, we did it. So much gratitude. 

My third baby. My first birth. We did it. 



Monday, February 4, 2013

yarn...








Not having a fiber shop close by could be very disheartening to a knitter just gaining some confidence and experience. What I might miss by not being able to browse and touch aisles of wool locally is certainly made up by the delivery of all this loveliness to my doorstep. It felt very much like unwrapping a present but maybe with a bit of apprehension that the colors wouldn't match how they appear on my screen or that the wool itself just wouldn't *feel* right. 

The colors are lovely, though, and the wool is soft and with a lot of tutoring from a far away friend (who is, thankfully, just a click away) I can't wait for this bundle of color and fiber to become something. Several somethings. But first I'm waiting for circular and double pointed needles to also find their way to my doorstep. 

Until then, just pictures.