moved on to dinner where I am now eating steak fries smothered in tobasco, bacon and blue cheese and drinking a pink beer called “bOOb check”
thank you so much, love! it was the best day! photos to come!!! xoxo la
this was not the year i thought it would be.
i am older, definitely. wiser, perhaps. exhausted from our ups and downs and hopeful for what is to come.
maybe tomorrow, i’ll be back here with tales of surprises and hidden delights, until then…the sky is my favorite color of blue and the moon has arrived in the shape of a smile. it’s cool outside.
i’ve spent time, as my birthday looms large, with my favorite book: ’the collected poetry of nikki giovanni.’
i love her. i love how she uses language and pulls inspiration from ordinary things. for instance…
‘i am cotton candy on a rainy day
the sweet soft essence
of possibility’
see what i mean?
this ‘essence of possibility’ is what propels us forward; the potential is at once beautiful and terrifying. no matter what has come before, i know this is going to be a very happy year. i have so much to be grateful for…
off-the-cuff compliments
freedom of the press
artistic license
thanksgiving dinners
dancing in the afternoon front of kids
breakfast
doggin’ the bed
butter cream frosting
thinking caps
pb&j
adjectives
training wheels
sock monkeys
things not always being what they seem
not being ‘too grown up’ for anything
mickey mouse
earth, wind & fire
being held soft and close
twilight lingering at the end of the day
‘accidentally on purpose’
the hokey-pokey
hoops & yoyo
fortune telling
unhurried hours
killer scrabble games
secret hiding places,
james taylor
holding hands
flying dreams
tuesday afternoons
sneezes
tumblr friends
tears of joy
acoustic guitars
things turning out best for the people who make the best of the way things turn out
the art of compromise
fresh flowers
pedicures
see’s candy
hot coffee
love stories
french blue
cats who come when you call
fireworks
the tiny pancakes formed from batter falling from the ladle
no line for the bathroom
hard workers
little girls
brown sugar
being swept away by sheer delight
pale pink light tumbling into morning
conversations on paper
the impossible encounters that live in the imagination and somehow become reality
the knowledge that we are not responsible for those we love - we are responsible for those who love us.
to those who love me, who wish me well and who celebrate my birth - thank you! i have been warmed by you in many ways. talk about ‘amazing grace’…
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