squad weekend

Can I just put it out there to everyone who was pretending shock and surprise that there was some kind of game going on this weekend you fool no one. So what you didn’t care about the Super Bowl. No one cares!

Especially these three…and the two people whom I know who were DOWN THERE ON THE FIELD with Cold Play, Bruno and Queen Bey herself…and her magnificent fan.

Squad goals!

My friends, Harmony and Kaylin, crossed this off their bucket lists. There’s that.

Meanwhile,

we shall imagine that my darling daughter on the far right above, was really into the play on the green of the Phoenix Open. She knows that her dad really was. And she knows that she had a great time with her friends.

As for me…

my squad and I enjoyed a great day at the Sacramento Zoo.

I can’t even begin to describe how good it was to get some face time with my grand babies. Actually I could but then again…just trust that this day with my squad was so magically delicious…yeah even when we sang “It’s a small world after all” with all that was in us over and over and over again because that is what my squad does.

Saturday, Sunday and Monday were the perfect days for squads and their goals.

love and loved in return

Happy birthday favorite son, the fourteenth edition!

Another year to celebrate. Another year to reflect on the miracle that he is and not just because he started life so precariously. The miracle is every day he manages to touch so many with kindness, respect and love in a way that is truly an art…an art lost to so many of us…an art he teaches all who are lucky enough to know him…The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return – eden ahbez

Sad over the news of the passing of “the Father of all of us freaks”, but so thankful for his cover of eden ahbez’s Nature Boy…and for all the rest of the magical stardust that he shared with us all.

 

 

as always, sticking together

Almost fourteen years ago, I managed to capture an amazing shot of the men in my life and what proved to be one of my most favorite photos of them.

A photo of the hand of our son, Daniel Quinn, scarcely 30 weeks adjusted age and just 2 pounds and the newest member of the Kilo Club, as he tried to grasp the index finger of his father’s hand.

One year later, as we celebrated Daniel’s first birthday and the finalization of our adoption, it served to remind us just how small he really was and how far he had come then.

A year after that, it would receive a special photo journalism award in a local photography show as it astounded the judges with one who truly was Fearfully and Wonderfully Made…it also irritated a local photo journalist that an amateur photographer would receive such an award…over her entry.

Today that photo is properly framed and hanging amongst so many other treasured photographs of our circus act here under The Big Top.

But today, inspired by the works of Red Methot’s Les Prèmas, I tortured my men with a photo shoot…as a mamarazzi will do.

Fourteen years later we prepare to celebrate tomorrow, as we do every year, because every birthday of a 1 pound baby boy born 4 months too soon is something one must always celebrate. We celebrate our preemie, Notre Préma, as parents should. Tomorrow this most extraordinary and most favorite son shall be FOURTEEN YEARS OLD which absolutely deserves all the shouty caps and everything else that we could possibly offer him. Oh, and I should add that we couldn’t possibly be more proud and happy that we get to call him our most favorite son…as we do every day. On the cusp of completing his fourteenth year, he is suddenly aware of the fact that he is our only son…but yes, absolutely, our most favorite son…something that we all celebrate here under The Big Top.

And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into the world it is best to hold hands and stick together.

Robert Fulghum

no longer true

Overheard under The Big Top:

Daniel are you a Belieber?

NO!

What Do You Mean?

I’m not!

That makes No Sense. I mean Where Are U Now?

You know, it’s not too late to say SorryNo Pressure…just Love Yourself.

:::eyeroll:::

I’m not a Belieber. Why You Mad?

Sisters!

No longer a true Belieber but OMG, he is going to be FOURTEEN in TWO DAYS!!!

I’m happy with the man I’m becoming.

Justin Bieber

 

for what will be a day long remembered

A long, long time ago, in galaxies far, far away in 1977, a boy and a girl saw Star Wars. No, not together. But they did see Star Wars and yes, it proved to be a pretty big deal for both of those young teens living in California and Pennsylvania. There truly was something magical about this tale that was so much like Flash Gordon and Akira Kurosawa mixed with some science fiction novels, comic books, The Wizard of Oz all sewn up perfectly with a little bit of Joseph Campbell’s ideas on the structure of the myth. It’s not likely that those two young teens really understood the underlying themes the first time they saw Star Wars that 1977 summer but they, like many other movie-goers, were caught up in the swash buckling magic of this space soap opera.

And now 38 years later…

 

that boy and that girl and their one child who truly loves Star Wars as much as they do spend a Sunday afternoon together in what will become another day long remembered.

The Force is strong with this one.