Friday, April 29, 2011
I used to exchange poems with a couple friends on Fridays--a tradition that I adored. I thought I would bring it back today.
the problem with memories
is that you cannot try to remember.
you have to wait for a memory to ripen,
for the magnolia to blossom in springtime,
for the pears to fall from the trees.
when it is winter, you want hope.
you want everything warm all at once,
and everything dead alive.
you try to remember everything and you see nothing.
what shirt was she wearing?
what color was her hair?
one day you come home and the magnolia is in bloom.
she flew the kite as high as it would go.
we carried beach towels around our necks.
she had a tattoo on her foot.
copyright 2009. brooke freed
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Here are some highlights from the party weekend:
1) Baking birthday cupcakes with Miss A.
2) Avery: I want a cupcake for breakfast please.
Mom: You want a cupcake for breakfast??
Avery: Um, sure.
(Mom got suckered again...)
Avery's cherry themed party
Justin even made some special glass cherries for the occasion!
And cousin Nolan came to celebrate!
Avery helped dad build her new birthday trike
Here's to your twos, Avery!