Boys' serious pose with Lego Mark Twain at his house in Hartford, CT
Mark Twain's writing desk (in the corner with the green lamp) and billiards room
Steady Mom is always in the back of my mind, like an old friend you don't see often but carry on mental conversations with during the business of your day. Somehow, though, the words just won't come. Or when they do there's not the time (or desire/energy) to make them an official post.
But sometimes pictures say more than words, and that's what feels right during this new unfolding season. Because even without the words, we're here--living in this glorious imperfection of passing hours: beauty, joy, mistakes, tears, laughter, laundry, chores, books, learning, family.
These are the days of our lives.
“O, with what freshness, what solemnity and beauty, is each new day born;
as if to say to insensate man, "Behold! thou hast one more chance!"
~ Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom's Cabin
