an out-of-space convertible too, light blue

December 29, 2008 | Filed Under ordinary 

people all around, no place to run, to jump.  we step on the porch to breathe in the rain, the slush, the winter post christmas.  the boys grow wild, we need a winter walk, boots, mud, the mist of sky to drink for an hour, two, the afternoon.

for the first time in a long time, three years? we were all in the same house.  ten grand kids, two wee babes in arms, all small and tireless.  my brothers, me, our parents.  the people we’ve loved and married.  my dad is proud, my mother is cooking a lot.  we try not to fall asleep with the kids at nine but we often fail.

board games, the loud guffaw of clayton coming up through the floor, the walls of the house.  air mattresses all around, people at your elbows, the noise flows, the coffee flows, the sky rains instead of snows.  we are laughing and eating too many cookies, the glitter on the tree blinks its galaxy in the corner, it’s lazy and sleepy and good.

more fabulous photos by my husband can be seen here.

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