"Today is the greatest day that I have ever really known..." (Smashing Pumpkins)
Almost a month between posts... almost but not. I do actually exist. June = Husband away at conference in ridiculously fancy hotel (where you can apparently take boat tours of the inside) and me missing him as much as I did during a similar conference three months after we got married. I hope I never grow un-pathetic. June = Greek Festival, Italian Festival, and Swedish Midsummer Party. Lots of nose-wrinkling food, drinking songs no one entirely knows the words to, and good times just hanging out. The shock of moving from Texas heat to Delaware winter reminds me in a way of the inundation of cultural awareness here; it's new and vastly different and appreciated. Even our church is multi-ethnic -- a concept I never considered possible until I saw it in action. The doors to the world are cracking open. June = House hunting. Hopefully in the next couple of months, we and the mortgage company will own a house! I think I'll change careers to Interior Decorator for a while. I never knew paint was so exciting! June = Work. Boring and much. June = Concert explosion, after far too long without music. El Hubby actually won tickets for Billy Corgan (I've never been convinced that real people actually win those things), then there were The Aquabats last night (Dan's birthday present), and, of course, Live 8 on Saturday (have I mentioned how psyched I am to live this close to Philly?). It's strange standing in a dark room pounding with music and sweaty bodies and realizing I'm older than most of the people there now. I wonder if one day I'll be one of those middle-aged women shimmying in the back. Heaven help us all. June = Natalie learning how to squeal with infinite delight and noise in the middle of prayer time at church, learning how to grab everything from carrots to chair legs and stuff them into her mouth, learning how to roll over. She's insanely wonderful. I can't believe she's four months old already. I guess time flies when you're having fun! And now, for your viewing pleasure, my marvelous family:
“Heaven lies about us in our infancy...” (Wordsworth)
Her smile leaps from the center of my heart before I even realize it lives there. Her softness spills like quiet rain; I look at her and float. Her eyes are pools of heaven, mirrors of God’s happinesses. I forget, and I forget, and I forget, while she blossoms into herself, until I hardly recognize my delight in human, angel form. I forget, and I forget, and I meet her for the first time every morning, glowing and new from the eternity I dream of. I ache with forgetfulness, the saddest of necessities, a mind too weak to hold deep heart secrets. But I love her, and when I’m with her, I long for the capacity to be more with her, to understand joy like a whispering scent around us. She helps me forget my affinity for the garble of life and remember, if only through her smile, the dream in which we will meet each other one beautiful forever.