t'was

t'was the truth. platters prepared with cheeses, vegetables and sprouted corn tortillas garnished with fresh rosemary and tiny daisies upon arrival, a jamie oliver dinner of chicken stew over rice, and breakfast of oatmeal and steeped chai - the portions of which i am now the lucky posessor. and yes, all of the food prepared by a 15 year old mistress of the kitchen whose current read is Little Women.
reserved, quiet play and discussion by the girls, exuberant, vociferous frolicking of the boys, a warmly lit night-time play house, dinner with the daddy, bunny time, bubbles, the exchange of ideas and vision: collaboration, and the planning of that which comes. does it get any better than this? i think not. loving the new silk fluffy and anticipating the next. the bending, blending and comprehending of ideas simply works. i love you friend b.