Breaking the silence

it's been an interesting summer so far to say the least. lots of ups and downs but mostly ups!
tears and smiles and laughs and lessons.  i recieved a much unexpected visit from an old friend who i never expected to see in ohio again. seeing him drive away in a cab tore my heart to a thousand pieces, but i know it will be ok.
just as a beautiful butterfly i would not want to capture, knowing its better off in parts of the world which makes it most happy. letting go sure is a hard thing though.

 now and then we are faced with challanges that throws us off base for a bit, but its all in perfect line with our destiny. sometimes i have to remind myself to accept it and form myself to flow within the folds of fate without resistance.    

in other words, to remember to smile and have faith and live on.

kinda like a single wish...upon a single star..

  

In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out.  It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being.  We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.  ~Albert Schweitzer

And The Sun Peeks Through

we woke up this morning to sunlight dancing on our windowsill, splashing the rooms with the most beautiful light shows. it was a hint to beat this cabin fever and get outside even if it is 45 degrees!

little london was in a happy mood today, laughing and dancing and chasing shadows round the house.

i took them over to the park to run off some of that built up energy. they so needed that, even though they left with frozen ears and runny noses!

tomorrow its back to work for me, then saturday i am shooting my first wedding. oh my.

i'll post pics as soon as i get them up:)

i hope everyone got to enjoy the sunshine!!

i know this little girl did.

"Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air..."

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

A new do

as much as i would love to let denvers hair grow long, i can't seem to resist that sweet handsome little man look right after a refreshing haircut. it seems the shorter his hair gets, the longer his lashes, the bluer his eyes, and the more kissable his cheeks!

i think this was the first time there was no tears, no clutching mama's hand, not even one complaint.

we didn't even have to bribe him with a balloon.....

i suppose my guy is growing up on me, oh dear.

 and a hairdo like this....makes my heart skip a beat every time.

happy saturday friends.. 

Youth is a perpetual intoxication; it is a fever of the mind.  

~François Duc de la Rochefoucauld

Before Sunset

this is my idea of a beautiful day.  cold and still and wintry. not too cold to go outside, and yet cold enough where ya need to bundle up and blast the heat! there's something i love about frosty grass and iced toes. gets me missing my homeland.

Nev and i escaped the house for a bit today, rushing to get a few pics before sunset.

a gloomy, overcast day always makes for good pictures:)

and Nev wants to move to Florida??? Whoa!?

never!

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter.  Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.  ~Andrew Wyeth

crazy cakes

dear london,

having you around is kinda like having a pet monkey.

except your cuter!

i love you like crazy cakes.

you really make my heart swell.

xoxo

"By nature people are learning animals. Birds fly; fish swim; humans think and learn. Therefore, we do not need to motivate children into learning by wheedling, bribing, or bullying. We do not need to keep picking away at their minds to make sure they are learning. What we need to do - and all we need to do - is to give children as much help and guidance as they need and ask for, listen respectfully when they feel like talking, and then get out of the way. We can trust them to do the rest."

Berney's Back!

today was the first day back for toddler tales at the library. the puppet Berney was on his holiday vacation until now, and were grateful he's back safe and sound.

we hung around a little longer today, looking at books, snapping some photos, and taking in the silence, (one thing Denver hasn't mastered yet).

funny how you can be in such a small confined area, but yet have any time or place on Earth right at your fingertips. now thats pretty cool.

the sun is shining today! now i'm off to market. eek.

happy tuesday friends.

xoxo

"You wasted $150,000 on an education you coulda got for a buck fifty in late charges at the public library".

~Will Hunting

Wake up, it's Christmas!

christmas is my least favorite holiday, but this year was a certain kind of special.

the kind of special that only comes that one time a year by slowing down and looking at the big picture.

where you can fill the kids' heads with magic and wonder and a new kind of happy.

a time to unleash your imagination, renew old friendships, and celebrate life.

christmas to me is not about gifting, or cooking, or decorating these days.

its about making sure my kids learn and understand the true meaning of love, joy and giving.

its about getting the most out of my time with them and savoring each and every moment.

now that is a gift within itself!

this year was the best christmas yet, the kids' excitement spread like wild fire.

the gifts were less this year, but the joy was more... much, much more.

my heart is bursting at the seams!

Merry Christmas friends.

Christmas, children, is not a date, it is a state of mind.

~Mary Ellen Chase

"Dear Editor--I am 8 years old. "Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. "Papa says, 'If you see it in The Sun, it's so.' "Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus? Virginia O'Hanlon 115 West Ninety-fifth Street Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except what they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge. Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no child-like faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished. Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world. You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding. No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood. Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind. To cherish peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas. -- Calvin Coolidge