snow days!::being stuck on the mountain for six days and not feeling trapped until day six::baked goods every day::ten eggs on the coldest day ever::jamin in carhartt overalls::cora playing school by herself in her closet::visits from weaverville::a perfect valentine's day morning with poetry and heart-shaped biscuits::winter walks::neighborly neighbors::living with a two-month-old::food truck dreaming::wood stove congregating::eric's willingness to do the outdoor chores::kids who love board games::
moments worth remembering
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| we love peanuts and (root) beer. |
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| jamin held kitra for the first time this week. instant chemistry. he has held her every day since. |
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| this is my valentine. |
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| cora will rarely let me take her picture these days, but when I go to dump photos off my phone it is full of selfies like this. |
things I've read
I listened to tiny, beautiful things on cd and boy, was it great.
I'm taking a course on the artist's way with a friend.
any article on foster care can get me revved up and over-the-top emotional, and this one is no different. rabbit and eric talked me back into our happy home with just three kids. but I still think we should foster again. and according to this list, you should too.
our favorite jam
someone sent me this song a few weeks ago and it has been haunting me ever since. and I finally finally watched boyhood and there it was again. bam.
words for the week
I know, you never intended to be in this world.
But you're in it all the same.
so why not get started immediately.
I mean, belonging to it.
There is so much to admire, to weep over.
And to write music or poems about.
Bless the feet that take you to and fro.
Bless the eyes and the listening ears.
Bless the tongue, the marvel of taste.
Bless touching.
You could live a hundred years, it's happened.
Or not.
I am speaking from the fortunate platform
of many years,
none of which, I think, I ever wasted.
Do you need a prod?
Do you need a little darkness to get you going?
Let me be urgent as a knife, then,
and remind you of Keats,
so single of purpose and thinking, for a while,
he had a lifetime.
~mary oliver, the fourth sign of the zodiac
(you should listen to her on being interview. for reals.)But you're in it all the same.
There is so much to admire, to weep over.
Bless the eyes and the listening ears.
Bless the tongue, the marvel of taste.
Bless touching.
Or not.
I am speaking from the fortunate platform
of many years,
none of which, I think, I ever wasted.
Do you need a prod?
Do you need a little darkness to get you going?
Let me be urgent as a knife, then,
and remind you of Keats,
so single of purpose and thinking, for a while,
he had a lifetime.
Consider these little surprise "nuggets" as treasures into the insight of your 5 year old's mind.
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