spring break
we just got back home from our spring vacation. we were away from home for 10 days and it was a great break. time seemed suspended because ian and i weren't busy working and managing our day-to-day lives while spending time with our littlest loves. we just got to hang out together. and with people that we love. we spent a few days in austin having slumber parties at each of my sisters' houses. then we headed to florida to spread some love to our family there.
below, beside the picture of mars and his grandad, are the poetry posts that stand outside the ingram house in florida. there is a post for all to enjoy as well as one especially for kids. each week a new poem on each post greets the passersby. we love it and so does everyone else. the neighborhood children contribute their own work or their favorite poems. koruna got to post her own butterfly poems while we were there.
considering that our multiple flights to florida were insanely bad and had surely aged me a few years, i was grateful for that little reminder before once again boarding a plane with a 1 1/2 year old.
in and out
just got back from mexico with ian and mark and nao. wow, it was bueno.
and it was so damn good to see koruna and mars again when we got back home.
we squeezed in a kite festival this weekend.
and we leave for florida pronto. fun days.
calendars
time. i can see it traipsing its way across my body. i see my crow’s feet creeping from my eyes toward my temples. (they'll be like yours one day, dad. i really like them on you, by the way.) i see the fine lines. i feel the aches and pains that now take longer to heal. time is moving faster and i am moving slower. my children are moving faster and i am moving slower. or maybe i'm not moving slower, i'm just spending way more energy to move at the same pace. i'm just trying to keep up here. like i'm running to stand still. except i never actually get to stand still....
time's brisk pace is more noticeable than ever these days as it grows my children, stretches their limbs, expands their minds.
as long as I’ve known ian, he has drawn out huge 6-month, 8-month, 12-month calendars that he keeps on the walls of his studio. we've had them from time to time on the walls of our house since the kids were born and we've marked them with first words, first steps, and hilarious instances in addition to our weekly plans.
I picked up ian's big-calendar habit along the way and now find it a necessity in my studio as well. i sit today in my studio surrounded by the year ahead.
since last night i could have sworn that the hour between dinner and the kids' bedtime took 2 1/2 days, i am grateful for the perspective the yearly calendar offers. time is moving fast. i see now that it is only going to get faster. tracking it on paper somehow comforts me.
