Archives for September 2009

The Long Way Around

We decided to take the long route to piano lessons yesterday (the long route being anything that requires my children to use their feet instead of buckling their seatbelts).

I walked behind a mermaid and a beauty with chestnut tresses on a path of orange and gold. I watched the swing of her hair in the autumn wind and blue-green scales beneath a shower of leaves, and I realized that life isn’t always about the short cuts. Sometimes the gift is in taking the long way around.
I’m linking up (albeit a little late) to Chatting at the Sky for Tuesdays Unwrapped. Hop on over and check it out.

Autumn’s Ocean

We are home today, settling in from an autumn weekend at the beach. I love the beach in fall, the boardwalk emptied of tourists, and filled with happy locals, day trippers, and heart in hand Dads.
We stuffed ourselves on buckets of caramel popcorn and strolled the afternoon away surrounded by children, corn stalks and mums, soaking up the sea salt air.

Days began and ended with dusky skies, but the middling was wreathed in smiles beneath a not-quite-warm autumn sun.

I don’t think I’ll quickly forget the sight of stalks dancing breezily to the backdrop of a September ocean. Everyday Magic.

My son, the philosophizing arborist

I took the kids to Friendly’s for dinner last night, which can either be a great experience or it can go horribly wrong. Fortunately, all three were in good spirits and we had a fun time chatting and catching up. I sat on one side of the booth with Ethan, and as I tucked into my ice cream, I found him studying my face. When I turned to give him a smile he says this just loud enough for half of the restaurant to hear:

“I wonder if we count the wrinkles on mom’s face, they will tell us how old she is. You know, like counting the rings on a tree.” Then he proceeds to count.
(PS, he already knows how old I am)
I admit I was taken aback. Since when does he know so much about trees, and since when have my wrinkles become that obvious? Questions to ponder. But he doesn’t stop there. We get in the car to go home, and after hearing his sister talk about needing time to get some things done, he comes up with this gem:
“Rachel, time waits for no one.”
And apparently time doesn’t wait for my face either.

A Good Memory

“A good memory is one that can remember the day’s blessings and forget the day’s troubles.” Author Unknown
I could remember the shoes that rubbed heels raw, but instead I remember pudgy bare feet walking on rose petals. I might also remember those same feet hastening to hide a very important piece of jewelry secretly taken from my bag, but I would rather remember the silly face that thinks a secret is still a good thing.
My memories may include a bit of pushing and shoving and general complaining, but I’d rather remember the hand on the shoulder and the look-alike love.

I could choose to remember nearly careening off the road in exhaustion on the long drive home, but instead I remember the man who took the wheel with one hand and rubbed my knee with the other.

I choose to remember and forget.


Seeing beauty

It’s Tuesdays Unwrapped, and the gift I’m unwrapping today? Discovering that my child has an eye for beauty. I was excited to upload these photos of my brother in law’s wedding this weekend. We gave Ethan the privilege of taking the photographs, and seeing the wedding captured through the eyes of a seven year old was priceless. He is responsible for some of the loveliest photos of the day.
It’s so easy to miss the special something’s that make up a little person, but their ability to shine in unexpected ways is a true gift.
I’m linking up to Emily’s Tuesdays Unwrapped at Chatting at the Sky. Take a hop on over there for more.