her courage

i knew that my reaction would set the pace for her. i remained calm and helped her back up. she wiped the water from her face, sat down and kept playing. i could use some of her courage...

full of song

he woke up full of song this morning. it didn't matter that it was all off key. his joy was contagious...

wrinkled

my creativity feels wrinkled and out of focus lately. I can't seem to bring it to life the way it exists in my head...

time keeps ticking

i blinked and she is 9 months old... it feels like i was just holding her for the first time - i'm afraid to blink again.

a final bounty

as summer feels like it is racing to an end the fruits of his labor are set to abound giving us one final taste. it has been a trying season...

this bliss

the baby is asleep. papa is hanging out with the guys. mama has a date with a perfectly ripe peach over frozen yogurt and some mad men. bliss!

enough?

a few hours spent thinking about their homelessness as i peel, boil, chop, slice, dice, mix. a labor of love. just one meal, but for today it will be enough.