"Celebrate we will 

because life is short, but sweet for certain

We'll climb on two by two

to be sure these days continue"

[dave]

when you wake, you shall have all the pretty little horses.

Bearing homemade chicken tortilla soup (the classic and incomparable

Lewis family recipe), I went to visit Lauren and brand new Harper Lily,

born last Tuesday afternoon.

Harper is so dainty and divine. 

With a shock of blonde hair

and tiny details.

The faces she made while she was dozing 

must have been the products of lovely baby dreams.

The pictures below are not of Harper... just small children.

playing hostess.

On Thursday afternoon, one of Augustus's favorites (and mine too!) 

is arriving in Charleston. We're counting down the days, Miss Rachel Glass.

after a few years at Baylor...

Even though Dad tends to take far-away pictures,
he did a lovely job with this one. 

snug as a bug in a rug.

After my shower, I found my once neatly made bed to be slightly rumpled,
with pillows out of place, and a mysterious Augustus size bump under the covers.

And that's what I found—a little sleeping bug.

Nice and cozy, dreaming about piers and tennis balls.

Oops, he senses the camera. He can't resist a photo opportunity.
It's his favorite time to shine.

But he just can't quite keep his eyes open... (and the flash is probably irritating)

The Bug, back to snoozing.

Sweet dreams, little bug.

this song is instant love.

"The light was leaving, in the west it was blue

The children's laughter sang

And skipping just like the stones they threw,

the voices echoed across the waves

It's getting late.

It was just another night 

with the sunset and the moonrise not so far behind 

to give us just enough light to lay down 

underneath the stars,

listen to papa's translations of the stories 

across the sky

We drew our own constellations

The west winds often last too long, the wind may calm down

Nothing ever feels the same

sheltered under the kamani tree, 

waiting for the passing rain

Clouds keep moving to uncover the sea,

stars above are chasing the day away

To find the stories that we sometimes need, 

listen close enough

All else fades, fades away

it was just another night 

with the sunset and the moonrise not so far behind

to give us just enough light to lay down 

underneath the stars

listen to all the translations of the stories 

across the sky

we drew our own constellations" 

["Constellations", Jack Johnson]

thank you pictures.

he just wants to dream about ducks.

Hannity's sleepy but he tolerated a little photo shoot.

I love his speckles.

why don't we dance anymore

i'm not okay with that

why don't we laugh anymore

i'm not okay with that

the years go by like stones under rushing water

we only know, we only know

when it's gone

why don't we smile anymore

i'm not okay with that

why don't we dance slowly

i'm not okay with that

the years go by like stones under rushing water

we only know, we only know

when it's gone

[needtobreathe]