everywhere I lookfrom the clay project Paul molded, painted, and loves
to the cup holding a blooming plant (from four pumpkin seeds)and the chai I am drinking every morning with milk.
My favorite might just be hearing Olivine saying the word “pumpkin” because she says it with such expression, like it’s always a surprise.

A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. 

Yesterday our amazingly talented friend Janet took some family photos.I can’t show too many because I have to decide what will make this year’s holiday cards.

But they sure are cutie piesand I feel grateful we have these type of photos to mark our time as a growing family.I can hardly believe it when I look back and realize Janet has been taking our family photos since I was pregnant with Henry. Thank you Janet. You are the best!

they find their papa’s glassesand role play.I order a drink that seems out of character: “Hello, Strawberry Basil Mojito!”she takes the longest nap (almost four hours).
we turn on the humidifier for good measure (we have not forgotten our hospital stays last year).the shadows from the sunshine dance on the curtain.
the boys stand next to each other and I pray that they always take care of each other.
I stare at these baby legs because they won’t be here forever.I need the sunshine in my eyes so that I feel alive.
 

A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

with new words at every possible moment “leaf-is momma” and a small hiccup in our routineNothing serious except that this little vegetarian is on a mostly fresh fruit and veggie cleanse (doctor’s orders) for the next few days.

the homemade Halloween decor.the big red ball.
the kindergartner talking a mile a minute over the firefighter who came to their class to talk (his classmate’s dad) and gave everyone a hat as a souvenir.the bath face.the story time.the sharing.
the goofy side of this girl.
the ease at which our house can fall asleep.

with emotion for the first time in weeks at the sight of these:These mini sodas (that come in crazy holiday flavors) were one of the many treats my little ones associate with my grandfather. They see these and they think him. When Henry asked if we could get some, I said sure.

Later when I opened the fridge and saw them sitting there. My heart plummeted at the realization that he is gone.  It’s been five months and on so many levels I have gone through the stages of grief in a healthy way. Until yesterday, when I hear my kids laughing outside and my heart aches for the man we all miss so much.

We drink these and toast to you Jich, because we think of you all the time.

A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. 

I love their craft fair and of course I went to their edible version.

I discovered beer battered avocado tacos (thank you SeaBirds foodtruck)Henry had a lemon basil popsicle.

Thanks for taking a Sunday stroll with us Tina. We’ll be heading to the craft fair next month.