:: Thursday, August 24, 2006 ::

"Life flies by in seconds..." (Ben Folds)

Natalie can now say "Tony Hawk"... but still not "Mommy." Quel désastre!

By the way, I realized I haven't posted a picture of the three of us lately, so here you go. Don't let Natalie's serious face fool you; two seconds after the picture was taken, she was running down the sidewalk shrieking, "The ball! The ball!" The ball, indeed.



Oh, and one from the beach:

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:: Bethany Bassett - 8:14 AM :: + ::

Summer in Review

"When I step into the light

Getting stung for the first time ever by a curmudgeonly bee at Amelia Island's sunken forest (which, as it turns out, is neither sunken nor a forest).

My arms are open wide

Watching Italy win World Cup games while various brothers-in-law shouted in Italian at the players and ran around pounding on drums.

When I step into the light

Running, drenched and laughing, in torrential rain between rides at Universal Studios as less-waterproof bystanders cheered us on.

My eyes searching wildly

Learning quite unexpectedly how to remodel a shower.

Would you not like to be

Visiting Natalie's great-great-grandmother only a few weeks before she was buried, holding a rose from Natalie.

Sitting on top of the world

Golfing for the first time ever (horridly, of course), and miniature-golfing for the hundredth time (horridly, but getting my traditional hole-in-one).

With your legs hanging free?

Bellydancing around the swimming pool at Myrtle Beach, then singing "God Bless America" to prove that we weren't a bunch of Lebanese terrorists.

Would you not like to be ok, ok, ok?

Going on an uncharacteristic slug-hunting spree in my distraught flower bed and killing 75 slimy predators (yes, I am Wonder Woman).

I can't believe that we would lie in our graves

Seeing "Little Miss Sunshine" for free at the Ritz in Philly... It's the best movie of the summer, by the way.

Wondering if we had spent our living days well

Reading, 'riting, and (unfortunately) 'rithmatic.

I can't believe that we would lie in our graves

Discovering a kick-ass Jesus between the pages of The Message.

Dreaming of things that we might have been

Finding out that we could be living in Italy by January.

When I'm walking by the water

Watching in amazement as Natalie morphed from a baby to a little girl with her own personality, vocabulary, and sense of humor. (She can say "One, two three," "shoes," and "the ball!" but not "Mommy" or "Daddy." Go figure.)

Come up through my toes

And...
Floating barefoot in the grass under the moon at a mesmerizing Dave Matthews concert with my incredible husband... Perfect.

To my ankles
To my head
To my soul
And I'm blown away."

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:: Bethany Bassett - 2:26 PM :: + ::