Thursday, July 31, 2008

The Other Side



I love poppies. Even from the back, they're lovely. The crepe paper petals of this sassy orange one reminds me of birthday parties.

Photo taken 6/19/08

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Fast Dreams




I can see in my mind's eye exactly what Luke is seeing in his mind's eye: lots of black asphalt unfurling in front of him as he expertly navigates each curve and turn and slight incline as fast as possible. He downshifts his Mini Cooper S for more torque and blows by the Corvette that came out of nowhere--its driver giving Luke an I-dare-you stare. "What are you looking at now?" Luke says aloud. "My back end, that's what!"
Photo taken 7/5/08

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Fifth, First and Fourth


I recently found that purple bear of Jack's. Now that we've moved upstairs, I've been unpacking boxes, giving away, throwing away and trying to decide what's truly important.

Jack got that bear when he was at Maine Medical Center in Portland. That soft, little toy was with him in his crib when I went down to post-op, anxious to hold--and finally nurse again--my four-month-old son who was so sick with an abcessed lymph node in his neck. I seldom left his side during his hospital stays: first in Augusta, then in Portland. He was so innocent and needed me so much.

As Jack clutches his bear on the slide at Storyland, I'm afforded the luxury of just snapping his picture, because Luke is there to protect him, as he is so often these days, taking him outside to play, helping him with lunch, buckling him into his carseat.

Then, there's Sam -- barely in the photo. As the fourth of five children, it seems that Sam seldom gets to be the center of our universe. He's generally very good at playing happily with whoever has time for him. When I am able to lavish my full attention on him, I'm generously rewarded with the giggles that bubble out of him, the smiles he simply can't contain, the I'm-squeezing-as-hard-as-I-can hugs and even a smooch or three.

Photo taken 7/25/08