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 7, 2010

Five Minutes with Will

He says he's crawling like a caterpillar.


 
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His long-lost love.

 
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Reunited . . .

 
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and it feels so good.


 
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Brief rest.


 
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A trick he must've learned from Daddy.

 
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Why, yes, this is the pillow from my bed. Why do you ask? (I have no idea when he sneaked this out of the house.)

 
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Baby Sister is not impressed. (Again, this is not what she really looks like. It really is the camera angle, I promise.)

 
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