Wednesday, December 17, 2014

if I could write a song...

It would be a song like Ed Sheeran and Amy Wadge wrote Thinking Out Loud. Have you ever listened to the words of that song?  They are almost perfect.

I would put into words all of the happenstance that lead us to today.  I would write about the way you make me feel that is a tangle of implosions and explosions and butterflies and kittens.  I would sing it all throaty and beautiful while strumming a guitar. It would feel as perfect as a Friday full of the adventure of revealing in just being.  I would sing about how you are the storyteller of our lives and how we all look forward to you relaying the world's happenings at dinner.  It would be slow and warm and soothing, but then pick up for the chorus because you have a way of bringing the silly and lively to our party. 

It would be quite the song.  Can't you just hear it now?
Happy birthday Tony.  We love you so much it schmegals.  

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

drummer boy

Not the one from the song. 
The one who has gone in early to score a few extra credit points. 
The one who beats his clave.  Or stick thingies.  Cool stick things, but sticks nonetheless. 

Monday, December 1, 2014

if I could turn back time

I don't really want to turn back time (I do hope that Cher song gets stuck in your head though, because having a song stuck in your head is annoying and funny and familiar and a very human thing to have happen, so yeah, I hope you're human).

But I don't want to, turn back time, you know. I like time.  I like the way things are turning out.  I like that all of these experiences end up leading to the crazy that is right now.  But all of that crazy leaves little time.  And little energy too.  But there are always pictures...


and for now, pictures will have to do.

Friday, October 24, 2014

when life turns crazy...

you turn to a photo dump, because let's face it, my kids are cute, we do some pretty awesome things as a family and they are changing right before my eyes.  I so want to preserve these memories but these memories sometimes get in the way of getting it all safely journaled here. 
But if that is the worst of my problems, I count myself pretty lucky. 

Here goes:::