Monday, August 22, 2016

17 times around the sun


We spend a day each year taking note of another trip around the sun. This marks your 17th.


But there's one thing you might not know. It's that one day isn't nearly all that is celebrated inside your momma's head. Many days throughout your year(s), I look at you and feel like a spectator of an epic tale that you are writing.  I watch and see an event and feel the grandness of it. And the smallness of it. And sometimes I see it like a tiny dot on a long timeline of events. Other times I take the deepest of breaths trying to suck in every detail and imprint them on my memory so as to never forget.




I feel like new sunglasses, like a brand new pair of jeans
I feel like taking chances, I feel a lot like seventeen
I feel like windows rolled down, new city, streets and cabs
I feel like anything can happen, laughing,
You take me right back, when we were kids
Never thought I'd feel like this
Like when I close my eyes and don't even care if anyone sees me dancing
Like I can fly, and don't even think of touching the ground
Like a heartbeat skip, like an open page
Like a one way trip on an aeroplane
It's the way that I feel when I'm with you, brand new
Brand new
                                                -- Brand New by Ben Rector

I love being in your seventeen year old world.

I love being your mom.

Happy birthday sweet girl.
Love,
Mom

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Searching for Perseid









We hiked to the top. Took photos of the horizon. Watched the sunset. Put on sweatshirts. Set up the scope. Focused in on the moon. Helped everyone get photos of it. Protected our food from the scurrying mouse. Commented on the toad hopping across our path. Rolled out sleeping pads. Unfurled quilts. Searched the inky, bruised sky for meteors. Made memories.

Together.

-dana

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

School, (life) seasons and sunflowers


My girls started back to school today. A senior and a freshman. I think that is why I've been so quiet in this space this summer. I've been staring down that freight train doing everything in my power to slow it down. I've spent these warm months watching them try on new jeans. Or sleep till noon. Or get new hair cuts. Or stream Netflix like a champ. I've dropped them off for numerous weeks of camp. And excursions on the Appalachian Trail. I've bought countless ice cream sandwiches. And said yes to every sleepover they've requested.


I've plastered a smile on my face during numerous college tours. And felt my eyes well up when she walked in with the new jeans and backpack looking too beautiful for words eager for high school.


I'm doing my best to take it as it comes. You know. As you do.

Anyway.

Aren't my sunflowers pretty?

-dana

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

I made a new quilt. And photographed it and everything!





Summer has a way of swallowing things up whole. No? Or, say what? I just mean I finished this quilt a few weeks ago but in the swoosh, whoosh of all that is summer, it is only today that I remembered and/or took the time to photograph it. The colors feel icy and cool. The over all design (Chic Country from Sew Kind of Wonderful) keeps me staring at it and getting lost in the circles.  As soon as I walked back inside, folded it up and set it down, summer is on to the next thing. Summer moves fast is what I'm saying. And the fast pace doesn't allow, or rather encourage, me to look at the things I make and appreciate them for a moment.

Anyway.

-dana

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

More adventuring









More summer shenanigans for this adventure loving girl. This rafting trip with friends was before her two week stint at summer camp. And before her five day hike on a 32 mile section of the Appalachian Trail.

I have mentioned adventure is in her blood, right?

-dana

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Father daughter adventure racing


I've spoken about Adventure Racing as a sport for years in this space. It's an endurance sport combining navigation, running, paddling, mountain biking, and climbing or repelling. Expedition races can last days or weeks while sprint races average six to twelve hours.  It's something my husband, Razor, has done since our youngest daughter was two years old. 


You see where I'm going with this right? 


She's fourteen now and recently completed her first adventure race with Razor. Adventure racing is largely an adult sport and it's uncommon for teenagers to race. But she biked, ran, repelled, and paddled for over six hours in the hot sun with her dad.  This is the two of them at the finish. She was hot, tired, sore, thirsty, sweaty and hungry.


And it's in her blood. She was ready to do it all again as soon as she flopped down in the shade at the finish.

They came in third place in the co-ed division.

Third place ya'll! She's fourteen!


-dana

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Making summer. Summer making.







Making summer or summer making. I'm not sure which is more accurate. I have been making lots of things though. Quilts. Gardens. Pies. Plum jelly.

And memories. More on that soon.

-dana