I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

from Mary Oliver's "The Summer Day"

Monday, June 27, 2011

Just when I thought I couldn't love her any more . . .

Laura's latest hobby is crawling into her room and getting into the basket of books that's under the nightstand. Happy as a clam, she'll stay in there flipping pages and "reading" for a good half hour. (It appears so far that both of the kids have inherited their parents' love of reading and now the challenge is for us to keep it that way.)

















(Also, I'd like to just go ahead and admit that girls' clothing is kind of cuter than most boy options out there. Not really fair, I guess, but true.)

I'm trying to work on my vacation pictures so hopefully I'll share something tomorrow.

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