August 3:: Tuesday
Posted on | August 3, 2010 | 4 Comments
the kitchen counter cluttered with fruit. }
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Summer is slipping. Thunderstorms rut the roads and send lightening forking through the afternoon sky of late. Across the world, people sit bare headed without shelter in fields flooded with rain. My heart aches for them. Since becoming a mother the news is almost too much to bear. I don’t know why this is, except I know now, how my sons’ little round bellies mean everything to me. How the fragrance at the back of their necks is heaven. How their laughter fills me up. How I want everything for them. Every single thing. (This makes my heart ache too.)
We took a hike with friends along the river and came to a spot where a tornado must have recently touched down among tall pines: each trunk broken in half like a handful of toothpicks; the river was swollen and fat with rain. Ahead of us the boys leaped; carrying nets; feet bare. I didn’t bring my camera: my hands were full with Sprout who is is a daredevil, a water baby: plunging towards the rushing water headlong, arms and legs covered in mud, in sand, in pine needles, in glee.
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T. starts his job tomorrow!
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How is your week shaping up?
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I am Christina Rosalie
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I am a multimedia storyteller, digital strategist, idea starter, stalker of wonder, finder of four leaf clovers, MFA graduate student, and mama of boys. My first book,
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August 3rd, 2010 @ 11:44 pm
the wrapped up lunch with the note that says love you- so simple and so sweet…
August 4th, 2010 @ 12:24 am
I just read the post that you linked. Oh, my heart aches too. How awful.
On a lighter note…I hope your husband has a great first day tomorrow! Yay! So excited for him (and you)!
My week seems to be slipping through my fingers. I keep grabbing tighter, but it is like water, I just can’t keep it from flowing quickly away.
August 4th, 2010 @ 9:47 am
I can’t even conceive of what it must be like to experience what I only read or hear about. This (“The boys are hungry, the clothes are dirty, the bills must be paid and the in-laws must be visited. The milk must be picked up, the playdates must be arranged, the cat food must be filled, filled again, filled again. None of this is negotiable, none of it is hard, unless I dwell on the must-ness of it all”) from the post you linked yesterday hit me really hard because that’s how I’ve been feeling. It made me think “What do you have to bitch about?!” And then the people dying… Sigh…
Happy First Day to your hub!!! Are you having a cake or ice cream sundaes to celebrate?!
This week is…odd. Not necessarily in a good way…except for the fact that I feel justified in buying a l’il bottle of vodka (for v/lemonade/sparkling water)!!!
I love your kitchen windows!
August 4th, 2010 @ 10:02 pm
I come here, read your lovely words, and never can think how to form my answers.
Best thing about this week? The first tomato salad from the garden.