Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Love Over Lobster Rolls
Ah, spring. Though our days have not been filled with anything too exciting and new, they've certainly been full--park days, visits to the beach, walks, garden clean-up, catching up on reading-aloud Breaking Dawn (hours at a time), children's choir workshops, dinners with friends, short Sunday drives, overnights with friends and the bi-annual clothing switch-over and resulting laundry marathon. Things maybe not so significant by themselves, but all leading to a full and rich life, all the same. It's these small things that draw my attention. I want to record them, mark them, etch them into memory. As an unschooling mother, I can not help but be aware of time with my children, and I've dedicated much of my blogging and photography to recording emphemeral moments with them. Lately I've noticed myeself drawn to similarly fleeting moments with my husband. Like this one. Here's us. We have an hour while the kids are in choir rehearsal. He's home from work for the evening. We both probably have a million things we could do at home. Instead we choose this time to grab some lobster rolls, discuss the haunting movie we watched last night, how we spent our day, catch up. We stop at the library, look for books together, hugging and holding hands in the stacks like we did in college. Bach in the van, we then disagree with each other about the movie we watched, but it's okay, it's good, we understand each other regardless, this exercising our brains together is what keeps us interested in the other. We flirt. It's just an hour. A lifetime of hours, transient and etched forever.