ten little fingers,
ten little toes,
two little eyes,
one little nose!
but boy or girl,
P.S.: for the record, that's how it's going to be till the baby is born! Due November 2018!
"The sooner we become more intentional about communicating through our photography, the more powerful and clear our results will be"
|Experiencing flowers for the first time! She also loved walking barefoot on the grass. I got to make her very first daisy chain!|
|"That mountain over there is... (insert mountain's name)"|
|What a joy it was to go out once more among the beauty of creation with those whom I love best!|
|I learnt last year that if you pick cherries, pick 'em with the stem attached. They will last longer and won't spoil.|
|Nine large jars of preserved cherries. Eat them cold during the summer or warm them up for a cozy winter snack!|
|I had to ask Hubby to pick some more the following week so that I could bake a cherry pie for him as an anniversary gift. He didn't know, of course, he just knew he had to pick some more because I'd used all of the cherries for preserves and jam.|
|Tristan... he is white with grey patches.|
|Alistair. He is white with a black head and patches.|
|They enjoy being on my shoulders. Alistair was almost falling|
asleep there... and Tristan was curious about the flash.
|Part of the awesome cage the hubby included in the gift...|
"And it came to pass, as he spake these things, a certain woman of the company lifted up her voice, and said unto him, Blessed is the womb that bare thee, and the paps which thou hast sucked."But he said, Yea rather, blessed are they that hear the word of God, and keep it."
"The spiritual link formed by the Word is more intimate and enduring than any link formed in the flesh."
"Heme aquí instalado de nuevo en el oscuro rincón del cual salí por un momento para tener el gusto de estrecharos la mano una vez más, (...) marchar un poco y recordar las agradables aunque inquietas horas de mi antigua vida. Cuando se deja una ciudad por otra, particularmente hoy que todos los grandes centros de población se parecen, apenas se percibe el aislamiento en que nos encontramos, antojándosenos al ver la identidad de los edificios, los trajes y las costumbres, que al volver la primera esquina vamos a hallar la casa a que concurríamos, las personas que estimábamos, las gentes a quienes teníamos costumbres de ver y hablar de continuo."
- Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer, Desde mi celda, Carta I
|"The limits of my language means the limits of my world"|
- Ludwig Wittgenstein
|Hairclips and other things...|
|The special rose-centered accessory that the ladies who sewed my dress gifted me with.|
|Learning how to tie one's tie...|
|My lantana outside in the garden... so beautiful!|
|The rings on my father's guitar... (Daniel plays the guitar beautifully)|
|My grandmother's pearls (which I've wanted to wear on my wedding day ever since I received them) along with|
my father's guitar and my sweet Verdi, a life-long friend.
|My sister attaching the rings to the cushion...|
|One of my bridesmaids playing the piano...|
|My sister checking my brother's tie...|
|Adding baby's breath to the bridesmaids' hair... *-* What a lovely idea!|