Friday, December 16, 2011
We are in Venice, a land of fairy-tale opulence—gondoliers and palaces, masks and museums—but we stop for the honeysuckle. My barefoot Texas days come flooding back in muscle memory as I show the girls how to ease out the stamen and catch the tiniest drop of nectar on our tongues. It tastes like July. Natalie and Sophie are enthralled; drinking from flowers is a purer magic to them than St. Mark’s Basilica would be, so we linger off the tourist path to pick summer, and this is it: motherhood, nostalgia, travel, joy, LIFE.
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Filed under: Come away with me, The joy of my world, The quiet inside my mind, Well-painted passion
Filed under: Come away with me, The joy of my world, The quiet inside my mind, Well-painted passion
I love how easily kids find awe. It’s always the little things, the simple things, and they’re so amazed and overjoyed to have found this new little simple thing. Childhood can be such a blessing like that :)