I apologize that I have been more than one week without writing. I will not presume to fabricate any excuses, save that I have been adjusting to being back in America. The boys have been busy at school, making friends, attracting the girls, learning English, reading every night, playing on the beach, and exploring the brilliant sights of Laguna Beach.
I have spent the past week playing with the little ones and trying to tie up the loose ends for Laetitia and Stephane's affairs here in America. I have been more useful than I ever imagined and I am thrilled that a routine is finally setting in (you know how I am about routine and schedules). I have also been searching for a part time job here in Laguna, something fun and exciting here in this artist community. I will keep you posted, rest assured.
So, as you know, it's my special day tomorrow, and I have some news to report. Shelley came to visit me last weekend, and we spent the weekend lounging in the mexican-style hammock that casually swings outside my little studio apartment while listening to the constant rumbling of the waves crashing on the sandy shore. We walked neary all over Laguna Beach, browsing the sights and laughing at almost every street corner and even saw a beach-side wedding at 7:30 am on Sunday morning. Who does that?! She was certainly a breath of fresh air to my adventurous life. All weekend long, I couldn't help but remember the vitality of friendship. I hope that everyone has the grand opportunity of living a life full of friendship, the kind of friendship that is always better tomorrow than it was today. Shelley, here's to old age: may we reach it and still laugh about it.
Tonight, the boys and I took a stroll to the public library a few blocks away. I know that I mention this quite often, but I have to reinforce that these kids are more beautiful and more precious with each new day. I am such a sucker for "mom-style" smiles, the smiles that appear when the kids come home from school, or when they tell you what they learned during their math lesson that day, or even when they ask you for help with their homework. I love spending time with the boys and listening to them read to me in English, articulating the words with less of a French accent every time. They are brilliant, truly. I love playing on the beach with them, watching them fall victim to the over-sized waves that attack them one after another. I think I just adore their joy in life. I pray that my kids have as much excitement for living as they do.
So, I realize that today's notes are just surface-level touches of my life, and that I have been too long without writing to you. I do have more to share, as much more has transpired since you last heard from me. I will begin writing again consistently, rest assured.
I hope you are well. Welcome back.
I have spent the past week playing with the little ones and trying to tie up the loose ends for Laetitia and Stephane's affairs here in America. I have been more useful than I ever imagined and I am thrilled that a routine is finally setting in (you know how I am about routine and schedules). I have also been searching for a part time job here in Laguna, something fun and exciting here in this artist community. I will keep you posted, rest assured.
So, as you know, it's my special day tomorrow, and I have some news to report. Shelley came to visit me last weekend, and we spent the weekend lounging in the mexican-style hammock that casually swings outside my little studio apartment while listening to the constant rumbling of the waves crashing on the sandy shore. We walked neary all over Laguna Beach, browsing the sights and laughing at almost every street corner and even saw a beach-side wedding at 7:30 am on Sunday morning. Who does that?! She was certainly a breath of fresh air to my adventurous life. All weekend long, I couldn't help but remember the vitality of friendship. I hope that everyone has the grand opportunity of living a life full of friendship, the kind of friendship that is always better tomorrow than it was today. Shelley, here's to old age: may we reach it and still laugh about it.
Tonight, the boys and I took a stroll to the public library a few blocks away. I know that I mention this quite often, but I have to reinforce that these kids are more beautiful and more precious with each new day. I am such a sucker for "mom-style" smiles, the smiles that appear when the kids come home from school, or when they tell you what they learned during their math lesson that day, or even when they ask you for help with their homework. I love spending time with the boys and listening to them read to me in English, articulating the words with less of a French accent every time. They are brilliant, truly. I love playing on the beach with them, watching them fall victim to the over-sized waves that attack them one after another. I think I just adore their joy in life. I pray that my kids have as much excitement for living as they do.
So, I realize that today's notes are just surface-level touches of my life, and that I have been too long without writing to you. I do have more to share, as much more has transpired since you last heard from me. I will begin writing again consistently, rest assured.
I hope you are well. Welcome back.
1 comment:
I've missed your writings tremendously! It's so good to read them again! Welcome back!! Hugs, Mom
ps...HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I pray that your day is as special as you are!
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