today is the day
one of the little guys
in our family
vanished
way too early
and
another little guy
appeared
just a few years later
on the very same day
to join our family
happy birthday
to one
and
i miss you
to the other
and
i
will always
love
both of you
—
image credit: faerie magazine
little guy in my class
whispering
excitedly
about
all of the things
he wants to become
chef
make delicious food
ballet dancer
the ballerinas are so beautiful
i want to marry them
artist
make pretty things
movie maker
monsters, aliens, bugs
discoverer
find things
traveler
see the whole world
inventor
make up new things
storyteller
tell stories to people
musician
make songs
but
how many can i be?
and
there is something
that i really, really
need to be the most
i need to be a dad
i have to be a dad for my daddy
because
he doesn’t have one
anymore
his daddy
my poppy
died
and
i think i’ll be
his daddy
he needs a daddy
the great man is he who does not lose his child’s-heart. ~mencius
—
image credits: dailymail.co.uk, getty images
eating dinner out with baby j
is always
a culinary adventure
of
the highest order
part of the meal
is often spent
below the table
and then
the appearance
of a tiny, pudgy hand
reminds me
of why
we are here
sharing
our food
and
our space.
beth and pam
sisters
room mates
best friends
suddenly
one
was gone
way too early
and
one
was left behind
way too early
and
still
missing the other
on her birthday
—
in french you don’t really say, “i miss you.”
you say, “tu me manques,” which is closer to
“you are missing from me.”
i love that.
“you are missing from me.”
you are a part of me.
yes, that is it.
– author unknown
someone stopped by
for a bit of mischief
fairy dust
roses
glue
glitter paint
not a clue
who could have done this
luckily
these three
baby r, baby v, nacho the cat
all had gone inside
the cottage
just
minutes before
i wonder
if they saw anyone
or
know anything
—
“they were becoming like a little mafia. if one committed a mischief, the others would not tell.”
– franco diligenti
she called it
her butterfly dress
my mother
a young girl
in italy
twirling
carefree
spreading her wings
all the world before her
and
at her
happiest
before life
got challenging
and things
were
never the same
for her
and she
lost her wish to fly
and this is how
i want
to remember her
on this date
that was
both
the day
she was born
and
the day
that she died
and
i still want
to think of her
twirling
and
carefree
at her happiest
in her
butterfly dress
—
the thing that interests me most about family history is the gap
between the things we think we know about our families and the realities.
– jeremy hardy
climbing the apple trees
flying kites
chasing fireflies
sending messages in a bottle
wandering through the library
playing big games
losing shoes
baking cupcakes
reading books
so many surprises
walking everywhere
finding clues
making costumes
singing made-up songs
talking into the sewer to invite the ninja turtles to a party
meeting the people all around
making up and telling stories
robots and legos
dancing like centipedes
playing in and out and around the water
sand in your pants
tunnels and giant ants
making a palace for the fairies to move into
big, big messes
cardboard forts
cousins, cats, dogs, goats, bunnies, lobsters, frogs, fish
and more family of all kinds
and becoming part of the art
you are six shooting stars on a shining summer’s day.
—
yeah we all shine on, like the moon, and the stars, and the sun. –
john lennon
—
dedicated with love to all of the little stars who make my life so big
and all of my seasons so bright –
peaches
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and today is the last day
for a while
that we all will be together
and we will share every minute of it
before heading on down the road
each in our own direction
and we know
we’ll find our way back together again
before too long
and i wish that this day could go on forever.
—
maximize every opportunity today. there is a lot of living and loving that can be done in 24 hours.
– author unknown
found these two down the street
guess the price was too high
even with
that stripy, ratty love seat
thrown in as a bonus.
—
he who loves, flies, runs, and rejoices; he is free and nothing holds him back.
– henri matisse
I didn't have my glasses on.... 