such comical mixture of merriment and innocence in their eyes. gulping in huge life breaths of delight and excitement. and that unreasonable frame of mind which most children experience when something unexpected happens that thwarts their plans.
my beautiful, beautiful boys.
a weekend of artistic delight surrounded by good friends who slept on an air mattress in my living-room, encouraged me to eat a piece of chocolate cake late at night like when I was 12, without feeling remorseful or worrying that my belly is going to hang over my belt buckle the next day. and doodled on my journal, making each time I look at it now a truly inspiring and joyful invitation to write.
my husband is away in "the city of Switzerland" as Sean says. and I don't know why. but the waking up sandwiching between my two boys every morning, scheduling an endoscopy for my dog. mistaking enthusiasm for inspiration. and trying to build a blanket fort that doesn't fall apart every 10 seconds. it is a little harder than usual. and no matter how much I want to use life's opportunities with gratitude. no matter how hard I try to live in the moment. I think that I am, lately I've been feeling. a bit, lonely.
"I felt proud. I was proud that my right to vote for president was legitimate, something some might want to object but will never be able to take away from me. I was proud to be Korean, to be French, to just be. to voice my opinion. for me, for my family. and for those who couldn't voice their own."
May 5, 2007 in daily photos, double the trouble, panasonic lumix DMC-LX1, party of four 13 Comments Share the weather is in that undecided state which is more exasperating than when my boys peel the stickers off every apple at the grocery store and stick them on their face. and my dog hasn't pooped in four days.
but the lessons. about living one day at a time. about the joy of singing songs with my sons lying on the living-room rug, holding hands and drawing under the shadow of a large tree. refreshing me like sips of fresh water after a long walk. yet no matter how significant they are. they cannot compare to the exhilaration, pride and little revolution that is going on in our home.
Sean. now. wipes. his. own. bottom.
"oftentimes, street photographers take pictures they feel; the photographer happens to be there and captures the mood in a fraction of a second. he freezes a moment that you will forget in the same amount of time."
- Markus Hartel, about street photography
my sister-in-law took this photo while our family was strolling through Auvers-sur-Oise, the village where Vincent Van Gogh spent the last 100 days of his life.
she called it "love".
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