a language all their own

one of my favorite things to do in this world is to watch my husband & son 'communicate'.

jett grins the biggest and brightest when he 'speaks' with his dad. his face lights up; his arms wave in excitement. i can only imagine what he tells his dad during their time together- his thoughts, his dreams, maybe even his fears. you can see the adoration they have for each other written all over their faces.

and to hear the love in their voices . . .
i've never heard anything like it. it's like they have a language all their own.


i love it . . .
and i don't want any part of it. (except to watch quietly from a distance from time to time.)

it's theirs.

all theirs.

and only theirs.

two 'men' looking each other in the eye & seeing nothing but the other man's soul. their love for the other runs deeper than the greatest river. i used to think there was nothing like a bond between a dad & his daughter. now i know the love between this father & son must come close.

mr. independent

everyday i learn . . .

jett has become super independent over the past few weeks. it has been amazing to see. he would much rather be on his own, training for the 2023 tour de france, while conversing with the ceiling fan than be held by mom or dad. i think it's awesome in a way (although sometimes i just want to hold him close like i did with my five lb. baby.) he's so easy, only fussing when he's exhausted all his energy stores & needs a 'powerbar'. he even 'rides' his way to dreamland without our assistance. sometimes, just for grins, i TRY to rock him to sleep, allowing him to 'draft' from my lead for a while. he fights me the whole time, arching his back, straightening his legs & airing out his lungs, hell-bent on going it alone. not until i put him 'back on his own set of wheels' does he calm down & return to his normal cadence. wow- mr. independent.

AND, to top it off, he's been sleeping in his own room at night for about a month now, just letting me know when he needs a meal. so, even though it's early in the 'ride', i'm getting a taste of what it will be like when he moves out on his own, only needing mom for a meal and clean laundry. :)

how blessed we are to have & 'know' a strong, healthy, independent boy . . . with the sweetest grin i've ever seen.

ride hard jett- i'll be close by if you ever need a 'rest-stop'.

two months old

"making the decision to have a child is momentous.

it is to decide forever to have your heart go walking outside your body."

~ elizabeth stone

when you love someone

a reading from our wedding -

When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet, this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of time and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible in life, as in love, is in growth, in fluidity in freedom. The only real security is not owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was, nor forward to what it might be, but living in the present and accepting it as it is now. For relationships, too must be like islands. One must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits islands surrounded and interrupted by the sea, continuously visited and abandoned by the tides. Once must accept the serenity of the winged life, ebb and flow, of intermittency.