May 29, 2016

Every night, Leif chooses two books from his little bookcase. Yesterday, he pulled out a book we haven't read in awhile called When I Was Born.

I always cry when I read it. I think about Liam.

I think about everything he would be. All he should be discovering with his brother.

When I was born
I had never played with stones or got muddy hands.
I had never made tunnels in the sand.

My hands had never touched anything except each other.

When I was born
I did not know there was a sky
or that the sky could change
or that clouds were so beautiful.

When I was born everything was new.

Everything was about to start.

-When I was born by Isabel Minhos Martins

May 28, 2016

March 17, 2016

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools, singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

-Sara Teasdale


January 18, 2016

October 25, 2015

autumn 2015.

The leaves are falling from the oak and maple trees in the backyard. They dance their way down to our feet. Leif stomps on the crisp leaves and laughs — Mommy! Crunchy, crunchy!

While I close up the garden he fills the feeders and calls out to the birds — Common Chickadee! Cardinal! Wren! Common Bluejay! Common Woodpecker! 

It is a beautiful bright autumn day. The colours are bursting red and gold and brown. It looks like an oil painting.

I stand under the tall oak, the leaves drifting and spiralling in the wind, and I think about seasons and time and him and you.

I think about you.

Always, my love.

September 29, 2015

Grateful he gets to live his Life.

Our beloved, lucky, second son, Leif.

September 19, 2015

In a few short months, he will turn 3 years old.

It's my favourite thing in the whole world watching him grow up.