Nine months old in lederhosen. Because, lederhosen. Thanks Oma and Opa!
Accidentally matching at the zoo, standing in line for coffee, thrilling ourselves with horses on sticks that go round and round.
Couldn’t be luckier -S
Adulthood, round 2.
There are so many things
you could be and do -
so many you have done and been.
I can see you a famous writer,
or a well-known picture-taker,
or another path - but always fighter.
Courageous, honest, smile-maker.
Wherever you take me, I will go.
Wherever you work, I will assist.
You are brilliant and brave, you know.
(And impossible to resist).
Be it Spain or outer space,
a new home, new state, new child,
whether we replace inventions
or reinvent our place,
I will be with you
and it will be worthwhile
Day two of being stuck inside on our own… we made the best of it.
Today we woke up to our first storm of 2019. Snow came for the first time and your dad left on a trip for the first time since you were born — giving us a lot to think about. The day was a little adventurous but mostly it was a lot less warm.
I took you outside and set you down and you got real quiet like the snow. You smiled a little but only at first. Then we watched everything be still. Then you looked so serious about it, I had to tell you it wouldn’t stay that way.
Snow melts, and he’ll be back.
“I want to be like my Dad.” -Mike Dunn
<3 These guys.
The past is a cardboard wall
someone else pokes holes through with stories.
Only then do we glimpse slivers of yesterday.
If there's a chance you'll forget
don't take it.
Slice clean through an orange
The veined lines are never straight
but nevertheless delightful.
To be perfect
is not to be precise
but to give delight.
You are flawless today;
Take two onions and compare:
full of water,
and increasingly inner
Never two alike.
To be perfect
is an absolute state
of infinite degrees.
No matter how you change,
you are always the choicest variety
of my happiness.
Huddle against the hurtling chill
the freezer breeze brings its own kind
candles in the night
early dark and slower Dawn
Christmas, cinnamon, steam
and all the hope we need to carry on.
When I was little my mom called me and my siblings “wallerbugs” when we couldn’t sit still and would move all over the place on her lap. These days, I’m starting to think that’s a great little name for one of my favorite nephews, since every time he sees Wesley, he wallers all over him with affection and cuddles.