Wednesday, June 20, 2012

About Ice Cream...

Everything is about ice cream at midnight and playing with the girls we are soaking in the summer season.
We dance in the kitchen in the mornings as the coffee is brewing and beg for more sunsets and free time. I don't want to have one of those summers where the kids are looking at me as if there is nothing to do because there is always something to do. I will not allow my children to lack imagination first rule of fight club if you think about it. Fathers day was great and when words fail me I shoot...

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And I caught myself catching images and all of them felt strong and manly...

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Even the curves I found were strong and steady not dainty...


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And I thought of lovers and of lovers that would serenade on a balcony searching for softness...
And all over the earth, the sky, the air, I felt it...



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It was all about the Man...



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Without him...



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I would not have them...


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And they are growing so fast and Baby M will be 2 two years old on the fourth of July...


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And I see who she is and is funny and great...


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So all is well and everything is ice cream...
Hope your weekend was fantastic.
Later peeps please stay sweet...

15 comments:

  1. Pretty back and whites...Savannah's been on my mind. xoxo

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  2. Very cool images. I love the texture in them.

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  3. Love the Hello Kitty tattoos , Lulu usually has them on the back of her hand too.
    Cant wait to take pics of Savannah, its such a beautiful place full of history.
    Your pics are beautiful and the girls look so lovely.

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  4. love the post....ow can i have my icecream? you still owe me a cookie!;)

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  5. Oh, the photos are fantastic and your children are absolutely precious! Just loved seeing your photos and reading your thoughts.
    Blessings!

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  6. **So all is well and everything is ice cream...**

    That must be the title of your book, Dearest, A. Xxx <3

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  8. Ice cream is always necessary.

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  9. oh my gosh your youngest is looking so grown up! adorable

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  10. Well, this is quite a bit after the fact, and I doubt anyone will find it here, but you and I will know it is here. And of course, I'm sure you know it was inspired by you...

    Fathers Day.

    I figured out why my body aches, and my spirit flags, in this post father's day, mother's visit, week. I am recovering from the battle. As men do, as father's do, and have always done, silently, internally, alone...

    So that we don't disturb the women in our lives, the children that look to us for comfort and protection.

    My battle was showing the lovable parts, the strong parts, the father parts, of a man that I often hated, often misunderstood, rarely thanked, to a woman that shared over 60 years with that man. And forgot that he bought me my first motorcycle, and couldn't imagine why he did that. And helped me find my second motorcycle, when I graduated from college, and had only $2,000 to my name. She couldn't comprehend that he saw the Knight inside me, that needed to put on his armour, and mount his steed, and tilt at windmills.

    Our society, told her that all she knew, and felt, wasn't real. That because he had a career, and she had to be a housewife for 18 years, that somehow his pain, depression, howling nightmares (children observe it all) were not signs of his sacrifice. Did she not see that he could have run away so easily, and left her to raise me and my brother by herself? How did my brother become such an amazing father? How did I do... whatever it is that I have done (knowing the incredible sacrifices I made, that so few do) ? If she had to do it on her own, who would we have been...

    So I am exhausted, my wounds more infected, and weaker. Temporarily. Temporarily...

    It came to me when I look at the beauty of my world through the eyes of my friend, the same world I walk, identical geographically, we share spatial coordinates..latitude and longitude identical. But sometimes, we are thousands of miles apart because I have an X where she has a Y, or perhaps it is vice versa... the She and He is the important part. We think different, yet we live in a society that constantly tells us that there is no difference, we are not separate, X=Y .

    But it doesn't. Telling the lie over and over does not make it true. No matter how much you may wish it does... X is not Y. Male is not Female. You either have a male mind, or a female mind. (Genitals are irrelevant here, don't clutter up my argument, please...)

    But, back to my Friend. She knows. She tells me, and shows me, what women know and see, and acknowledge. When I feel that my silent strength goes unnoticed, that the work I've done, my brothers and fathers have done.... The thought that the path of our blood is visible to someone besides us...

    I don't know why tears stain my cheeks as I try to write this. But I feel my strength building again, and I think... No; I know I have another day, and another battle in me yet, and I am happy to face it, because that is what I do, that is what I live for. A man holds the ugly of the world back, so that women and children will display to us the beauty that they find there...

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