The Wink

She is simply my life. 

Saturday we took Briar for her first sail.  

Friends

I have often said that I don’t really have friends. I think I have viewed “friends” as being the kids you grew up around.You live across the street, walk to school together, spend the summer competing for the most bruises and the latest curfew. What was that curfew thing about anyway? You wanted to be able [...]

And Then She Kissed Me

The memories of this first year: The first squeeze, our first nap cuddled together, her first smile as she lay on the changing table, the sound of her first laughter on Christmas Eve, celebrating her accomplishment of rolling over, watching with our dear friends as Sean cradled her in his arms and she said, “Da da”,sitting [...]

I remember having to prop her up with pillows and blankets to take her picture.She’s so strong and mobile now, I just have to hope she’s in the mood to sit for me. Who am I kidding? Briar loves the camera and, as is evident in her pictures, the camera loves her.

Abbie, the vegan aunt, seems to bring out the herbivore in Briar. A rose in Yakima.A sunflower in California. Briar is looking forward to a visit from Abbie this fall… Maple leaf anyone?

Briar is seriously happy to be holding a large,unedited by my protective fingers, piece of foodand feeding herself. She likes to share too!

I Take It Back

I take back every time I ever dissed someone for baby-talking. I take back every time I rolled my eyes at someone saying breathlessly, “My child blah blah…” I take back any thought I ever had about “just being a mom”. Having a child and being a mom changes you. You become breathless with devotion.You forget rules (and establish [...]

A Few of My Favorite Things

I love it when my grandfather* turns me on to an author or a song. We’ll be in the middle of an ordinary conversation about very ordinary things and he will quote some little snippet from a poem or song. That’s Robert Louis Stevenson, I think. Do you know Oscar Hammerstein? Great lyrics. A few weeks back we were [...]

Must explore another language, because the two I know cannot begin to describe the feelings I have for this exquisite being.