We enjoyed four full days of Family Day, much cupcake eating, antique and thrift store browsing, flea market shopping, marathon Freaks and Geeks watching and sushi eating went on. Our Guy works ten, sometimes,  twelve hour days, six days a week. Having two free days in a row is a treat, four was downright luxurious for us all.

Now that August is a year old,  my record hunting has just started up again.  She seems to enjoy the activity and  allows me enough time to search through three bins or so before becoming fussy that we have stopped walking around. I find myself returning to lounge and jazz.

I wasted seven prints using my Lomo Instant Diana camera but now that I know it cannot be used indoors no matter how much  light you have going on, it's been a favorite camera to take outside. Spring has finally arrived in Oklahoma, no more 32 and below I hope.

The bright blues and greens outside coupled with the images in August's board books have me wanting to paint again. I have not painted since I did these, a few years ago. I have come to like them more and more, at the time I loathed them.

Like last year...


Here Comes August

Tomorrow morning at 10:40am, August turns a year old. I am unable to sleep tonight, excited about her gifts and small party. Since midnight of the 23rd, I have not been able to shake the memories of how I labored with her last year. I had been awake since the 22nd, even woke up early for an appointment because she was over 40 weeks. I didn't really didn't get more than three hours of solid sleep that night or any other night. I was not able to sleep those last few weeks. I didn't fall asleep until the afternoon of the 25th, my new baby in my arms.

Looking back, I am amazed at what I did. Who was that person with all that courage and strength, fearless and determined? I remember watching the sunrise, dewy mornings, walking around by the lake, Mexican  hot chocolate and my arms around Jacob's neck. I remember the miso soup he made me, the playlists I made and listened to, the darkness outside and how the rooms looked lit in the wee hours. The stillness of the night interrupted by us heading for the hospital, it was an hour away in Beaumont. A very long drive. Into a brightly lit hospital at 4am, not knowing what would happen next. All the while, August was calm and she remained so until she made her entry at 10:40am. Her cry, my tears. I kissed her tight, chubby little cheek and she stopped crying instantly and kissed me back. By my side ever since.

The three of us remained together from the moment she was born and for the next two days in the hospital room. We continued the Babymoon in Woodville. From here, it still seems so very long ago. I have looked at the photos and watched the movies and still, nothing makes those days feel like yesterday. I have taken in this year like I have no other. It has been 365 days of gratitude and being present. Not a day has escaped without a photo or recording of some sort, not a day that I didn't smell her head or feet and not a day without true love.

Tonight her Papi took her out to get dinner while I decorated a room for her party. I labored briefly pinning streamers from one side of the room to the other. This time, last year, I thought, I never once thought of the future. Tonight I look over at her and she still smiles in her sleep. Happy Birthday, My Lovely Girl, we are so blessed and in love with you.


Where have all the flowers gone...

On my back porch sits a potted rose bush. I must have flowers in my life. There are no flowers in Oklahoma, at least that is my impression. I don't see many.  I did see purple irises growing near an abandoned house, that made my day, they were the largest I had ever seen.

Fuori Borgo has written about adding violets to her honey. I urge you to red her post and view her photos of violets. I have yet to smell a violet, but will find a way too. Her post made me tear up a bit, the beauty of flowers.

Easter, one week later...

August is keeping me busy, very busy, so busy in fact, I had no time all week to reflect on our first Easter until today. Still finding bits of confetti in odd places. Easter Sunday was a beautiful, warm day, what followed were three days of cold rain.  As you know, time in Beatsville moves slow,  last Sunday already feels like a month ago.

On Easter morning, August got up and found that over night she was visited by the Easter Bunny. Easter Bunny 2013 is a cute lil guy named Marty. Every year they nominate and vote on a different bunny...but you know that. Marty brought her three books to gnaw on, six eggs and a toy bunny he claims is the perfect likeness of him. August loved her gifties but I have to say, she loved the eggs most of all. In fact, she started placing them about the room as soon as she got her hands on them. Made us wonder how she knew that is what you sort of do with Easter eggs.

We brunched on special, Easter migas and fruit salad before taking August to the park for a tiny egg hunt.  Jacob and I then broke cascarones on each other, expecting huge belly laughs from August. She, however, was not impressed and was ready for a nap. Even so,  she managed to amaze us with her new found climbing skills before leaving the park. Oh dear...and so, busy days.