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the day of mothers: morris style


 8:05 am
sleeping in

8:22 am
dad reads poetry to bowie

9:38 am
enjoying an almost wordless breakfast with joel as I watch the perfect rain

9:50 am
beer, bowie, breakfast

10:01 am
this happened. oh yes it did.

10:29 am
reading while bowie naps and joel studies

12:38 pm
grandparent's house, bowie greets abbey

1:15 pm
a noticing around the property

1:17 pm
joy

1:18 pm
bowie and joel

1:50 pm
gathering blooms

1:52 pm
the last of the lilacs, a yellow rose, a red rose

3:40 pm
blogging while bowie naps

3:42 pm
studying
(otherwise known as napping while bowie naps)


5:18pm
swinging on joel's childhood swing


5:22 pm
still swinging

6:52 pm
bedtime bottle

7:48 pm
rosé and spring rolls

8:40 pm
carpet picnic while catching up on the season finale of Top Chef

8:58 pm
a warm rain

9:25 pm
fresh berries and gelato

11:31 pm
bed (at least until bowie woke up and cried for an hour)
All in all, I spent the day with a lovely balance of solitude, family time, sleep, writing, nature-loving, eating, and drinking.  A very satisfying and filling Mo's Day.  You can see more pictures here.

A Mother's Day Brunch












A gorgeous mid-day heat
Frozen Bellinis
Arugula and Parmesean Salad
Pan fried Rosemary Pancetta

To my mom here, at home, and universally,
Your DNA is becoming more and more each day.

To human life
and brunch.




mother's day




If there's something I've learned about motherhood in my adult years, knowledge gained simply from observation of my generation becoming mothers, it is this:

A child can never ever know the extent of work, contemplation, education, sacrifice, and gut-wrenching love of a mother in those early years before you became your own person.

And so, for all the things I'll never know, Mothers,
I thank you in the only way I know how...

with words
and a desire to be a mother myself.

Happy Mother's Day