This past weekend, in a totally random perfect alignment of everything, we had a mini family reunion in city. My people came to town. My aunt and uncle took the train up from texas to meet their children and grandchildren down from New York, my cousin came up from Georgia to celebrate her graduation from medical school, and we convinced Zach to come up from Charlottesville, totaling in almost half of my mother’s side of the family being in town. I haven’t seen these a lot of these people since my own wedding, and even then I missed a lot of the awesome family time because I was distracted getting married. Having them in town, getting to catch up, and letting them get to know James made me so happy. Here are a couple snapshots from the weekend.// My life over the past couple years has been a never-ending saga of getting bangs and then growing them out. I just can’t decide how I feel about them, which leads to this, the state of perpetual shaggy bang that I hate, but can’t seem to shake. // //Donuts are taken very seriously in this family. // //My boys, minus Zach who got suckered into carrying the camera and taking pictures. Having my grown-up baby brother in town never ceases to make my day, and convincing big brother to come up makes it all the better. They just grew into such good ones and I love how they welcomed James into our family.//// THE DOCTOR IS IN! I said that probably nine hundred times last weekend. My cousin Juliana has been talking about being a doctor since we were 5 and I am so proud of her. The full force of her medical degree came into use while entertaining the younger cousins through a long family dinner at Founding Farmers. //// These cuties, my little second-cousins, turning a public fountain into a splash pad.//The wonderful thing about being my family is that they are my people, and we understand each other. We can complain about all the things about our clan that drive us crazy, while still recognizing all the things they gave us of value. I wish I had more pictures from this weekend to show you all these precious faces and momenbs. These are my people, and I love them.
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramI was going to post the more flattering and Instastyled pic where we were serenely smiling to the side and my children were positioned in just such a way to hide the fact that I haven’t lost any baby weight since last summer BUT that would be a lie. Not just a lie about what it looks like to go to the splash pad with kids, but a lie because it doesn’t show that goofy grin I wear almost every minute we are out adventuring. Because I love this. I love taking on summer in this city with my kids more than I love poised moments, pretty pictures, and toned bodies. I love this. [Also: Etta is definitely crying because she desperately wants to climb steps and Henry just ate a PBJ that had been entirely submerged in gross splash pad water. Whatever. Love it all.]I started buying myself flowers on a regular basis when Henry was born. It helped my frazzled new mom mind and heart to have a blooming thing before my eyes. The majority of the time I select white hydrangeas, as they are cheap and live so long. Henry knows my biweekly ritual, knows that our first stop at the grocery store is to select the “mommy flowers.” Last week I paused before these, only to have Henry severely remind me that those aren’t the flowers I get. I laughed at him, but what I want to say is this: our children are learning who we are by what we do. They are drawing a map of our moods and quirks and interests and weaknesses. I am constantly reminded to be careful of what I teach my children about their mother. I want to teach them that she is slow to anger, quick to laugh, eager to love. I want to teach them that she surrounds herself with flowers and friends and prayers and stories. I want to teach them who she is and work unceasingly on becoming that mom.