a week from home

i spent the week in penrith with a friend that i'v known for 15 years and it was as magical as it was when we were 9 and 10 except our laughter was now shared over boys and college instead of young teen magazines. time has changed us but not our relationship and i take comfort in the fact that this is one of the only stable and certain things in our lives right now.

papa k.

dear sweet anar, 

a few nights ago; your papa read you a book. once the story had ended, your papa shut the book, turned to mama and asked curiously, "are these authors on drugs?", to which your mama burst out into giggles. a few hours later, your papa fell into slumber with his arm cradling you like a protective, iron grip and your mama later remarked to me, "oh great, now i don't get anymore cuddles." 

the baby shower

to build a home

my sweet anar, 

when you were still in the safe confines of your mama's belly; we built your crib in the dark. your papa insisted and your mama and me simply stood there, shivering and giggling like children out after bedtime. your mama grabbed my hand and there i felt you, not only kick my palm but dance with such agility that i staggered back and shrieked like a frightened animal. we grow impatient, my dear anar, and i think you are just the same. our love for you overwhelms every minute of every day like heavy rain upon thirsty soil and only when you are with us finally we will breathe the calm and patience we once had.

my people

"i'm feelin' electric tonight

cruising down the coast goin' 'bout 99

got my bad baby by my heavenly side

i know if I go, i'll die happy tonight" 

~ summertime sadness, lana del rey

a wonderful thing

“A single dream is more powerful than a thousand realities.” ~ J.R.R. Tolkien