The other night as I was sitting in the backyard with my boy
gazing at Mars, I thought I’d grab the actual camera for photos instead of
using my phone. Wait, what? You can’t see Mars from your back yard? Not even on
the night of the Totally Tubular Lunar Eclipse? Poor earthling.
Anyway, I took about 800 really bad photos of a really
beautiful subject. It was hard to be still enough to get a good shot out there,
but believe me when I tell you that the mental snapshots captured some of the very
favorite moments I’ve had in this house. It was just me and my boy outside on a
Monday night at midnight. The full moon was spectacular in and of itself, as evidenced by Ellie and her Mistah, but from the moment the earth’s shadow took
its first bite of that big white wafer, the viewing became transcendent.
It was awesome, in the way that word can be literal.
The next day at work, when I plugged my camera in to the
computer to see what I had to work with, I discovered some previously
unexplored photos that had been taken during our recent trip to San Elijo!
There are so very often random photos on my phone. Both my middle and youngest daughter can't seem to keep their hands off of the phone, and random photos seem to be their thing. Mostly, especially if the preschooler is in charge, they are blurry photos, beyond recognition.
If my 9 year old is the culprit they may well be super close ups of her own face, which, because they are SO close, are rarely flattering. I mostly delete them all.
However, tonight, when I took a quick glance through my photos I came across this one taken by my 4 year old on Monday morning before school.
Let me assure you that the hour from 7 am to 8 am at our house is busy, and loud, and sometimes frantic, and that I typically end up yelling. "Where are your shoes?!", "Why isn't your hair brushed?!", "What, are you kidding me? Your dance bag isn't packed yet?" and on and on and on and on it goes.
But this photo? Well this photo was snapped at ~7:55 am, on a school morning, right before departure time, this very week, and it looks so damn peaceful, doesn't it? So bright and domestic and real and true, and I just can't get enough of it. I love our house. I love those widow-cabinets. I love my girls. I love that my way too long hair can currently only be contained in some throw-back plastic banana clip contraption. I love that super orange sweater. I love the hint of motion. I love that I am not yelling.
I get that it probably does not make you, or anyone--even the midget photographer--nearly as happy as it does me, but really this IS what it's all about right? The little moments, the daily routine, the things we do with love, or love and resentment, or purely from a sense of duty that make our minutes, our days, our lives. Welcome to mine. Sorry, but you're too late for breakfast.
Once upon a glass or twelve of wine, Jacquie and Beth and Ellie got to talking. We decided that we were all enormously smart and clever and hilarious, and that it would be a crime not to share our unique talents with the world. We decided to start a blog together.
We needed a name, so Jacquie asked Beth: “What should we call a blog about meand you and Ellie?” And the rest, as they say, is history. We are having a blast writing this thing, and if there was any trepidation that we were only smart and clever and hilarious that night because of all the wine, our words here thus far have succinctly affirmed our mutual self-admiration.
What are you reading?
Ellie - Serena, Ron Rash
Jacquie - Let's Pretend This Never Happened. A Mostly True Memoir by Jenny Lawson, The Bloggess
Beth - Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal by Julie Metz