Saturday, June 15, 2013

What do you Love? This Sunday, June 16, 2013

I love the two most important fathers in my life, my own father, and the father of my children.

My dad is a rock, he's steady, he's solid, he's the calm a midst the storm. From him I have learned strength, persistence, the ability to show up even when life is hard. If I am an apple that hasn't fallen too far from his tree, then I am fortunate. I am so grateful to be his daughter.

My husband is a beautiful father to his girls. They love him fiercely, and he returns it. He is tough where I'm too soft, and soft when I come down too hard. In the subtle dance of parenting, we are learning to balance each other. I love watching him grow with them, it is inspiring.

I am a very fortunate woman to call these two men family.

What do you love, this Sunday, June 16, 2013?

Sunday, June 9, 2013

What do you Love? This Sunday, June 9, 2013

I was a west coaster, a San Diegan for the first 31+ years of my life. I have been in the east, in upstate NY, for 10 years now. 

Sometimes I grow weary of this eastern odyssey, of the winters, of the overcast skies, of the small town-ness of this area, with it's lack of economic opportunity. 

And then I think of the things that I love here, and one of them is fireflies. Those tiny little dancing lights that pop out early in summer. We don't have them in Southern California, I had only seen them once before moving here, on a trip to Maryland as a child.

I've seen a few this year so far...the weather keeps switching between warm and steamy, and cool and breezy. Soon there will be many, filling the fields at twilight.

What do you love, this Sunday, June 9, 2013?

firefly hillside

Sunday, June 2, 2013

What do you Love? This Sunday, June 2, 2013

This is no wee ones, my two little girls. 

She is bold, but tender. Smart as a whip, and utterly sensitive, but she doesn't want you to know that. I love her strength and her vulnerability. I love that we talk about just about anything, I hope we always do. She made me a mama, she's still making me a better person, every day.

She's tiny, and mighty. Mostly fearless, too much so, I sometimes think, for me, though not for herself. She's independent and still soft and snugly. Her ability to communicate thought and emotion blows my mind. She's keeping me soft, keeping me real, making me grow. I can't wait to watch more of her unfold.

What do you love, this Sunday, June 2, 2013?