28 May 2010

25 May 2010

reaping and sewing

Four years have passed since I first (and last) used needle and thread.
Three days remain until preschool breaks for the summer.
Two Tschetter tschildren came armed with stuffed animals,

exceptionally long hand-me-downs
and big dreams
to One mom with
a freshly dusted sewing machine and time...

(oh the possibilities)


Bear-Bear (before)

... and after!


O'Neil (before)

... and after!




20 May 2010

sleepover


05 May 2010

wonder and saving grace

Today, I've set aside some time to attend to my camera.

It's amazing to me how quickly old photos pile up and get stuck there or deleted or banished to nameless files on my computer. Today, I found two pictures from the 14th of April worthy of saving -- not because of their quality, but because of their content: another day in the life of...

These photos mark a moment in a day that could have so easily slipped away save the wonder of digits and markers and paper and imagination. Thank you for all of the above and both of the below.

Late that afternoon, as my kiddos busily attended to the fantastical world that rests in the space between school bus and bed time, they ascended the stairs in search of supplies -- scissors... pencils... staples... tape...

Rapt in smiles and secrecy, they hurriedly descended the stairs to that particular afternoon's project. At one point I heard more laughter and Maya say something about removing her shirt (?!?). A few minutes later the dynamic duo returned to receive some final assistance and to share the fruits of their labor.




They absolutely floored me that day, and nearly three weeks later, I'm still smiling as I remember my august, mid-April encounter with two superheroes.

The accessories have varied, the Velcro has vanished, but come rain or shine, daytime or nighttime, school pictures or... Easter, Cole is still wearing the cape he made over SIX months ago. And when equipped with space and colors and
an infinite supply of paper, the measure of Maya, my wonder woman, never ceases to amaze.

"The more I wonder, the more I love," Alice Walker once wrote, and I re-read this morning. Mmm hmm. I keep hearing and reading that these wonderful moments will pass me by. Savor, they say. Wonder, she says.

Today, my home is quiet, and I am here with silence and time and words and photos on my camera. My house is momentarily empty, yet wonder and gifts abound. Grace has granted two more reasons to love my life, to mark its moments, to rejoice and to say thank you.

Thank you
.

a wooden anniversary

We were a stop on Ray and Perla's anniversary trip up to Vancouver. Thankfully. We got to spend a few days of good weather, good conversation, good wine and good food with dear friends.

Here in the woods on this island, I'm learning that distance and time don't matter as much as I once thought, where
love and friendship dwell. Nearly a year has passed, yet we picked up where we left off. Our present time spent together was comfortable-- canorous -- even sweeter than past times I recall.








Five years later, they have become family.

Perla, Ray, many thank yous, and happy Fifth.