Sunday, 21 May 2017

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"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2017."

Thursday, 18 May 2017

Today



Seeing // the blue of late evening tinged with fluorescent pink at 9:35 pm at night.  The waxing time of light is so promising.

Smelling // the overpowering scent of hyacinth mixed with tulips on the mantle.  Every time I enter the room, I think of Padre Pio's fragrant wounds.

Hearing // the sound of the washing machine tempered only by the sweet silence of sleeping children at the end of a fulfilling day.

Tasting // shandy from our early afternoon visit to the pub with John--first time I've been in years!  We were free this afternoon for two hours after a canceled appointment (at the manor house-turned-government-offices above) and had nothing on, so we played a few games of pool.

Reading // about the Trinity and the Gospel of John, brushing up on my very shabby Christology for my Bible study with the Jehovah's Witnesses.

Writing // in my bullet journal, which is sating my need for creativity in short bursts at the moment.

Remembering // The Confirmation I'd the honor of attending as a sponsor last night.

Loving // the tidiness of the house and my husband for working so hard to clean it today!

Praying // for my Confirmee, for his protection and blessing by Blessed Pier Giorgio, for the Jehovah's Witnesses, for babies looking to be born any day now.

Wishing // for a house on the shore of Anglesey, looking across to the misted mountains.

Sunday, 14 May 2017

19/52



"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2017."

Sunday, 7 May 2017

18/52



"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2017."

Roan:  waiting eagerly for Daddy to take him on the bike to playgroup.

Afon:  what's better than being a boy and being dirty in the garden in May?

Sunday, 30 April 2017

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"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2017."

Roan: ready for school.

Afon: on a family outing, on a cold (but sunny!) day in April!

Roan's speech is coming along slowly, but it is coming.  He had his first week of "school," each day eager to leave on the bike with daddy and coming home happy.  I know he wants socialization with other the children, the kind he tries to get (and fails) from his brother.  I am confident that he will blossom in the social environment.

Last night, he said, "more cheese, Mama."  He's repeating words on command (most of the time).

Afon's been calmer and more contented lately, which is a huge relief.  Easter holiday was a challenge, keeping him occupied and entertained and also keeping our house from collapsing.  He spent a lot of days in Bangor.