yes, i am up too late
but if i weren't, i might
have missed this
which i noticed the other
day but forgot to come
back to, but here we are
via exquis garance dore
Who knew, when this cute boy first called (31 years ago on this date) that I would be taking (fuzzy) photos of now-ancient scrapbooks (that we haven't looked at in years) with my iPhone to celebrate his birthday, today?
Who knew we would date for four years, get married on a very warm day in Georgia, have four completely marvelous kids, set up camp in the southern tip of Silicon Valley...
Who knew I would love that boy more today than I did yesterday, and be secure in my knowledge that I will love him more tomorrow?
Who knew life could be so good?
Happy Birthday, Kevin. You came along on the 26th of May. It's been a remarkable day, ever after. A remarkable life, together. Here's what we do know, the kids and I: we do know we love you, more than we can ever say.
Went to Paris, in September,
a few years ago...it was warm,
and awfully sunny, and pretty
much a dream come true.
Everything you might
want Paris is to be.
I fell in love with the cobblestones
and the blues. Suppose you could
say Paris is where I learned to love
Like I said.
a book that is highly
recommended by Joan,
"We didn’t confess,
we weren’t looking for a piece of eternity, but
it was a moment of communion between us,
of textual absolution, a return to the only
paradise that matters: intimacy.
Without realizing it, we were discovering
one of the crucial functions of storytelling
and, more broadly speaking, of art in general,
which is to offer a respite from human struggle.
Love wore a new skin.
And it was free."
Labels: The Rights of the Reader
Will save you from the six-page essay I'd like to write right now about why this feels like home.
Suffice it to say that my family (see: Maine foxes, below) lived in Germany for the first half of the seventies. And Ravensburger (above) was an integral part of everything.
This morning, while taking note (again) of the brilliant eye of Paul K. (creator of sumptuous BibliOdyssey), saw that he has linked to a German illustrator (Patrick Wirbeleit) whom I can't wait to find out more about.
And, thankfully, Patrick has, also, a sweet blog. With Ravensburger milch cows und a barn and a field and a house and... Goodbye. I am off to check out Illuopa. Guten Tag and all that (yep. I took German I & II about six times. Would that I were a linguist, but I, sadly, am not).