It’s beginning to look a lot like summer …
I took the kids to the store after school today to pick out a snack. This watermelon fell into my basket, too. While Oliver was outside playing with his neighborhood friends, Jessica and I got to work on cutting this beauty up. She likes the rinds and I love the therapy of chopping. Once we were done and I saw the discarded pile of scraps as we were both eagerly digging in to the fruit – I had to capture the color, the light, her little hand sneaking pieces.
I wasn’t very good at keeping baby books for my kids and I’m even worse at printing photos for keepsakes for them. But I remember each little flower, dandelion, weed she brings to me. And today she didn’t bring me anything but she has no idea that she gave me everything.
Our table is a sacred space for our family, as is our evenings – we are very protective over how we spend time away from the table. Because she’s 11. He’s almost eight. And when I wake up every morning the first image I see is of their 20 month old smiles waiting for me behind crib slats. That nano second before you’re lucid when you’re laying there, she giggles and asks for Daddy while he flirts and smiles and reaches for me.
It goes so fast, heartbreakingly fast. And today was the first watermelon of a beautiful new season.