Looking back at these photos from last weekend is bittersweet for me. It was a time of rest and joy and recuperation. It seems so distant now, because this week has felt so long. My city and its twin are on fire, and my heart is hurting for everyone involved in this whole mess. My family and I walked from our home to the initial protest of George Floyd’s killing. It was heartening to see so many of my neighbors out wearing masks and making clear that this is NOT how we want our police officers to act.
What came next, however it came next—theories abound, but who can really know?—is hard to talk about. It’s hard to know how to feel or what to say or do. So all I can say is that for now, my family is fine.
It’s hard not to get sucked into following coverage, but that wouldn’t help me or anyone. Throughout the pandemic, my church has been sending out daily emails. Yesterday’s had a bit that has stuck with me.
“What to do? Whatever keeps you loving God, your self, your neighbor, always remembering that ‘justice is what love looks like in public.’ Let us all commit to doing the inner work and the outer work necessary to creating the beloved community, that Martin Luther King Jr. talked about. …Commit to the practices of meditation or contemplation, the inner work that refines our minds and hearts to let go of the greed, prejudice, blame, and falsehood and gives us courage and inner peace. ”
So, I will stay aware and try to be a loving citizen in all ways. That starts, of course, with the little moments, the tiny interactions. And as always, but especially in these days where we are all home together, that starts with loving my family.
For me, that includes blogging. Since I created my first blog in 2009, I have used posts to keep me aware of my life. I was sad to be leaving Minnesota and my college family for Colorado. I was lonely in Colorado. Blogging was a way for me to look back on my day, acknowledge my circumstances and appreciate the beautiful things that happened to me. It became triply useful in this way once pregnancy and baby-time came, because man did I find that hard to appreciate in the moment. It has had the added bonus of making me feel connected with family and friends that I am distant from.
So, with all that being said, let me share with you what our Memorial Day times looked like. Joe’s parents were not going to be using their cabin over the long weekend, and they kindly allowed us to spend our time there in their stead.
We’ve been reading the Sprinkle Sundays and Cupcake Diaries series by Coco Simone. At the end of the cupcake books, there are cupcake recipes. So we bake them! The boys do it all, with me as supervisor. I try to encourage them to have as much agency in the process as possible. Here are our pineapple upside-down cupcakes! They were SO tasty.
Here is Charlie announcing with his invisible horn that it’s CUPCAKE TIME!
But with a setting like this, Henry was happy to take his time. Cupcakes are great, but they don’t hold a candle to swinging by the water.
Charlie outgrew that swing, however, so the magic swing-set Fairy put in a bigger one!
It got a LOT of mileage this weekend.
The dock was nearly submerged, so we had (careful!) fun walking out onto it and getting our toes wet.
It’s been good to be home together over the past few months, but there’s nothing like being together with no work or school to distract. Just true down time to enjoy each others’ company.
Digger man was busy working the gravel pits
But when Joe walked by with the mower….
…he couldn’t resist taking over.
Luckily, Charlie was around to mind the gravel while he was away.
Doesn’t get much better than this.
We had some good game time, too. Jenga was hilarious, because after one round of doing it the normal way, Henry was dying to mix it up and make it harder.
Charlie was game, but after it would fall, it took awhile for Henry to re-build a new masterpiece. So Charlie and I played a game of Phase Ten on the side.
On the drive home, we stopped to grab lunch at Cafe Wren. The online ordering and contact-less service made it more of an ordeal than usual, but with such a lovely patio to wait on, we couldn’t complain. Loving the flowering trees!
A final stop at Franconia Sculpture Park was in order as well.
A huge pixelated gnome!
So nice to wander in and among peoples’ eclectic ideas.
Henry was in heaven surrounded by all the dandelion puffs.
Hey, it’s me!
I hope you are safe and well.
Sending love to you, wherever you are