When the kids were asleep I downloaded an app that lets me play with filters and borders, etc. on my phone. The next three photos I experimented with it on.
Also of special note, Tami told me that the time when she took Ana to a session on our vacation and Enzo and I had just Papi and Enzo time, she saw Jose-Luis Orozco between sessions, a famous bilingual children's musician who also presented at the conference and who's music Tami and the kids are very familiar with. Actually, she heard his guitar before she saw him. And he asked for Ana's name and sang to her a song for Ana! Awesome.
On the way home, the kids slept. Then, close to home, maybe 45 minutes away, they awoke. We pulled over as Ana was making the noise that she needed to pee. Enzo said he's hungry so I gave him a squeezy and we drove on, hoping to get home before Ana decided she was in the car too long. A squeezy is our non-environmentalist-guilty-pleasure. They are pre-packaged little packets of organic vegetables, fruits and grains in a disposable squeezable package that comes up to a built in straw with a twist-off cap. Thirty-five minutes away from home, Ana decided that she has had enough of this whole sitting in a seat belt experience. We were forced to stop listening to The Help as an audio book and now have to wait for the next trip to hear the last 30 minutes. So, we pulled over at the Newpark Mall to walk around and that's when I discovered a mess in Enzo's side of the car and he told me, in the shortest "Spanglish" sentence possible of explanation:
Back to the non-philosophical. It was a very good trip. Home on Saturday, and that means Sunday breakfast day soon after. Both my parents and Tami's parents went out of town. We wondered if this would be the first Sunday with no guests for breakfast. Not so. Nicole, Kelley and Tiffany joined us for food and friendship. Nicole also stayed late and played with us in the back yard.
Because we missed Kelley's birthday, Tami and I both thought Enzo would be happy that he would get to sing to Kelley today after breakfast. But as Kelley and Tiffany were leaving on their new motorcycle and I tried to sing happy birthday to Kelley, Enzo sang "Happy Birthday to Shea....." Clearly, he adores that child, but how can one not?
It's a good life, indeed.
I am a fortunate one.
And now, to close, as promised, with the above referenced Rumi poem. A favorite Rumi poem of mine.
An eye is meant to see things.
The soul is here for its own joy.
A head has one use: for loving a true love.
Legs: to run after.
Love is for vanishing into the sky. The mind,
for learning what men have done and tried to do.
Mysteries are not to be solved. The eye goes blind
when it only wants to see why.
A lover is always accused of something.
But when he finds his love, whatever was lost
in the looking comes back completely changed.
On the way to Mecca, many dangers: thieves,
the blowing sand, only camel's milk to drink.
Still, each pilgrim kisses the black stone there
with pure longing, feeling in the surface
the taste of the lips he wants.
This talk is like stamping new coins. They pile up,
while the real work is being done outside
by someone digging in the ground.