Truly She Did

 I love this so much. She even resembles a younger me quite remarkably. I want those green slippers and the lacey bonnet on her head. Okay, I want the whole outfit. What I really want is to live in this painting. With oversize watercolor flowers. And with a wistful, perhaps slightly contrite expression upon my face. While I consider my past misbehaviors. Even as I am planning ever so many future ones. So many options, so little time.

FYC 66

I have been contemplating how it is that sixty-six has crept up on me. Snuck up? The younger son said that in six hundred years I could be the antichrist. Trust me, if I live that long such a position sounds like way more work and dedication than I want to exert. I have read that the symbolic meaning of 66 is balance and harmony. It also symbolizes peace, love, and understanding. As in, what's so funny about it. All I know is, there is a triple lemon custard cake waiting for me in the very near future. That's something to celebrate.

 

Charcuterie on the Sitooterie

 Let the birthday weekend begin!

The Good Fight

This speaks to me in volumes I cannot begin to express. It's not my story to tell, the parts of it that are mine to tell aren't easily extricated from the bigger picture. I haven't entirely won at this point, but I have begun to let my guard down. To relax a bit and believe that the worst of it is over. To embrace the happiness that I feel even though I am well aware of how quickly and easily it can be snatched out from under me. I wish you well in your own private battles. All of us experience them and often put on a brave face for the world to see. The struggle is real. Above all else, be kind.

 

4th of July Rabbits