a record
I’m re-discovering why I like blogging: having a record. Going through a notebook the other day I found something I had scribbled last month while I was sitting in the park. I had a few moments alone while the girls played and felt moved to record what was happening. Not in a grandious, this-needs-to-be-shared way, but in a simple remembrance for me. I’m glad I did because as I read it, I was there again, in that happy moment and it reminded me of all that is good in my life. So it is that spirit that I want to blog again and hopefully someone will enjoy reading about our days, sharing our journey. Here’s what I wrote that day in January:
The sun is warm on my legs as it’s making its way to the horizon. It’s the golden hour when the light is just right for photography. That’s something I didn’t know last year. I wonder what else I don’t know? I’d like to learn how to optimize this precious warm light. It’s gentle and flattering. My daughter is standing facing that lght in a green shirt, skinny jeans and tan UGG boots. Her brown hair is blowing slightly in the later afternoon breeze from the ocean and she is beautiful. She just walked to visit a dog who began barking. She has a big heart and it’s as golden as this sun. The other daughter sits with her feet in shadow as she plays in the sandbox. She has discovered someone else’s toys and without inhibition sat down to play with them alone. My first reaction wanted to tell her that they didn’t belong to her. But that’s my fear talking, not hers. So I let her be. Ninety percent of worry never materializes. And now as I glance up I see that there are two kids who have joined her. Her world got bigger because I stayed out of her way.
It’s a beautiful day in a beautiful life. We’ve gone swimming in the pool, played in the hot tub, taken pictures and now we’re in the second park of the day. It’s January and the weather is in the 70s. I swam laps for 15-20 minutes today and felt strong. I made delicious crepes for breakfast with nutella, raspberry/strawberry sauce and confectioner’s sugar. They were delicious. They were also something I didn’t know how to make until last month. I like that. I like that I’m continuing to grow and learn even if it’s slow. It’s still a wonderful life.
