Wednesday, April 16, 2014

You are beautiful

A day at the spa with my mom. Floating. Delicious raw food not prepared by me. Bliss.
And realizing that when my mom looks at me in the pool and tells me: you're beautiful, she feels the exact same way I do when I look at my girls.
And that what she truly means is: I am deeply moved to see the amazing person you have become. And when I look at you, I am reminded of how much I love you.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Weekending in Chelsea

Music everywhere. Games of bocce in the sun. Dancing in the living room with them. Listening to him playing the guitar, in awe. Bikes in the mud. First ice cream of the season. A conversation about letting go of old ways.


Friday, April 11, 2014

Tiny beautiful things

You don’t have a right to the cards you believe you should have been dealt. You have an obligation to play the hell out of the ones you’re holding.
~ Cheryl Strayed – Tiny beautiful things

Wednesday, April 9, 2014


The sunshine had me seeing things through rose-colored glasses.
I felt playful and got in touch with my inner 9 year old little girl.

I want to remember to live out loud like she does.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014


I wonder if, ten years from now, I'll remember the details of this day the way I remember the details of the day they were born. 
I can't believe ten years have gone by.
When I look at them, I see the babies and the young women. 

It blows my mind in the best possible way.

Our friend Steph made the girls the most beautiful sewing kit for our next trip. They were delighted!
Mara received a violin (we were renting one from our friends and we decided to get her a bigger one). She was so proud! We are still looking for a good quality portable piano for Aïsha (at a decent price).

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Spring puddles

Her shadow in a puddle of melting snow and the overwhelming feeling that the snow was not the only thing thawing today.
I felt the sap running up my body, filling my head. 

Smelling the soft, warm earth.

Saturday, April 5, 2014


Mathilde (jumping in a puddle): why is Spring so beautiful, mama?

Mara: Let’s sit here and soak up the sun!

Aïsha: Is the sun a star that will die too someday?

Mara: Of course, it will! One day, but we still have plenty of time left!

Mathilde (continuing her exaltation about spring): Everything feels so new! I feel new! I love spring!

And the adults who drive by only see big girls jumping in puddles in their snow suits and frown. They seem to have forgotten that joy can be messy sometimes.