One of the traits I inherited from my Grandpa Davie is a zest for life, followed immediately by a sentimentality so strong that it can stop me in my tracks, weeping with homesickness, weeping with joy at having seen a beautiful thing, weeping just to weep. Sunday was Mother’s Day, and when asked what I wanted to do, sentimentality and joie de vivre took over. I wanted to watch sunlight braid itself into the golden curls on Briar’s head, I wanted to watch Avery gallop, hips swiveling with each magnificent stride, I wanted to feel Fin on my chest, the gentle rumble of snoring and the kisses of newborn fingertips on my bare skin. I wanted to stand proudly with Sean watching our brood.…
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Seems that with the warmer weather come the inescapable pangs of longing. Coveting. Oh-my-god-I-must-have-it’ing. Last year we explored a pool. Our girls love the water, a boat seemed too expensive and too logistically challenging, a pool on the other hand, while requiring maintenance and vigilance, would not require dock space, gas, insurance, one of those steel ball thing-a-majiggers on the back of the car and, since I did not grow up around boats, strikes a kind of fear in my heart of spontaneous exploding that I have never suffered with a pool. Well, as once upon a time we pissed off our mayor and we have certain nosy neighbors, it seemed inevitable that we would get caught in some sort of tangle of small…
We’re closed.Off to romp in the Adirondack sun.A mama, her girls, and her man. Oh, happy day! 🙂
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For granola bars and hand written notes,For compost piles and faerie blankets, For riding the bus and my aunt went to Europe,For pretty little blue bird and ting-a-ling-a-ling, For Anne Murray in the living room late,For number one with the bullet, For painted nurseries and bran bullets,For back splashes and enchanted granddaughters, Happy Mother’s Day.
Sean took the day off. For real! We spent the morning taking the slow route to getting ready, Briar frolicking in her dress-up gown until well past nine, Avery scampering about with bed head that made her look like a lost member of The Romantics and Fin warming and lighting the room as she radiated her perfect, newborn goodness. We took the girls to the sitter’s who was going to take them to the park which thrilled them to no end, then we made for downtown. Falling into the category of anything-is-fun-if-you-do-it-with-the-right-person we took care of a few pesky little parking fine issues at City Hall, deposited checks at the bank and popped into the coffee shop. Plans for a grand outing were sort…
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