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Did I mention I have more photos from our Cape excursion last month? I do. Because the three days we spent there were just…really nice. We laughed and smiled and relaxed and enjoyed almost every moment. We raced and played in the sand, and relaxed, and sat knitting with faces bent toward the window light. We found old comic books and pored over their musty wrinkled pages. We cooked together at a gas stove, meals of seafood and earthy side dishes, and looked out at a view unrivaled in imagination. We rested and talked and remembered. We felt the sea spray on our faces, and found the home where we plan to stay this summer. We revisited our favorite haunts, somehow made more special with the novelty of winter encircling their establishments. The library. Cabot’s Candy. Box Lunch. The Harbor. Head of the Meadow. Wellfleet Market. Marconi Beach. PB Boulangerie. Corn Hill. We enjoyed each other, with a few little sibling arguments mixed in, of course. We were, after all, together for three days straight. But even in that, we laughed- mostly because my Mom came to spend some time with us, too. And we may have enjoyed that part most of all. Ask her oldest grandson. She made him laugh often and a lot, with her witty banter and pulling one or two over on him. She’s good for his pre-teen state. Makes him grin and not take himself so seriously. Which is good, because for now, he thinks she’s pretty cool.

So, yes, if you’ve been reading this blog over the past couple of weeks, you might think that I was trying to drag out our little trip to the Cape or something.

You’d be right.

(At least until our next trip, anyway.)

“Why do we love the sea? It is because it has some potent power to make us think things we like to think.”

-R. Henri

9 years ago today.
8:39 and 8:40 a.m.
Our lives haven’t been the same since.
It’s been a full and heart-warming nine years- so I should have a bunch of words and well-situated thoughts.

But all I’m doing is sitting here wondering how it has gone by so quickly, wishing we could press a ‘repeat’ button, and thinking that sometimes real life is even better than we could have imagined.

“All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin.”
~Lord Byron

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A good month, this March. Full of sun and warmth and brimming over with intentional shared memories. Historically, March has a muddled reputation for being a long Connecticut month, stuck in the middle between the aching cold of February and the rejuvenation of April. But this March? Oh, no. It was positively grand.

For 2012, I thought it’d be nice to take a photo of all 3 of our kids together, one (or two) for every month. A little microcosm of life, 12 times throughout the year.  See others here and here.

“It had always seemed to Emily, ever since she could remember, that she was very, very near to a world of wonderful beauty. Between it and herself hung only a thin curtain; she could never draw the curtain aside– but sometimes, just for a moment, a wind fluttered it and then it was as if she caught a glimpse of the enchanting realm beyond– only a glimpse– and heard a note of unearthly music.”

-LM Montgomery from Emily of New Moon

“Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither.”
~William Wordsworth