How quickly they change. Or is it, how much they change everything? I don't know, but whichever it is, we cannot stop taking pictures of the three little ones. They're cute, no question. Just look at the pics... (One of the pictures is of our equally beautiful and still constantly changing 9-year-old niece Mag-a-lagga too.)
Before ending their visit one night, our great friends Sara and Chris assured us that they were coming over to visit the two of us also--not just the babies. I laughed. First, I thought, I love that they adore the babies so much that they feared we might interpret their visit as such. But second, and this was fun to realize--enough fun to earn the title of this post: it's all one. You could not visit us and not also visit them--not because we are scared-petrified of leaving them in any hands other than our own. No, actually we enjoy getting away every now and again (--went bowling yesterday, in fact, with Lizzy Sigler). It's because we are their foundation, and they participate in the furthest reach of our own hopes--our hopes for them, and for the world. If you had Suzy and me alone, say, on top of some Colorado fourteener, the kids would be there too, in the creases and corners of our smiles, behind the triumph of exhaustion--their lungs also would drink the purer air of our individual health. And if you aimed a camera at any or all of them to capture again and again the plain majesty of their movements--life's own greatest feats compressed, simple and herculean, you would see us there too and all eternity besides--inside the hinges and the twitching gestures--in the evolving power of their three wills--there, in each chance, all the events of time comingling, and winking--spryly. Yes, it's all one. Amor Fati!
Hope you enjoy the pics.
(Oh, by the way, if there were an award for the cutest gift ever, how could it not be cliamed by Jake and Marin, our northern-most friends (--met them in Korea, actually)? I mean check out those pics: those are hand-woven Inuit children's hats with each of our kids' names on them. Thanks, you two. We've used them several times already.)
Before ending their visit one night, our great friends Sara and Chris assured us that they were coming over to visit the two of us also--not just the babies. I laughed. First, I thought, I love that they adore the babies so much that they feared we might interpret their visit as such. But second, and this was fun to realize--enough fun to earn the title of this post: it's all one. You could not visit us and not also visit them--not because we are scared-petrified of leaving them in any hands other than our own. No, actually we enjoy getting away every now and again (--went bowling yesterday, in fact, with Lizzy Sigler). It's because we are their foundation, and they participate in the furthest reach of our own hopes--our hopes for them, and for the world. If you had Suzy and me alone, say, on top of some Colorado fourteener, the kids would be there too, in the creases and corners of our smiles, behind the triumph of exhaustion--their lungs also would drink the purer air of our individual health. And if you aimed a camera at any or all of them to capture again and again the plain majesty of their movements--life's own greatest feats compressed, simple and herculean, you would see us there too and all eternity besides--inside the hinges and the twitching gestures--in the evolving power of their three wills--there, in each chance, all the events of time comingling, and winking--spryly. Yes, it's all one. Amor Fati!
Hope you enjoy the pics.
(Oh, by the way, if there were an award for the cutest gift ever, how could it not be cliamed by Jake and Marin, our northern-most friends (--met them in Korea, actually)? I mean check out those pics: those are hand-woven Inuit children's hats with each of our kids' names on them. Thanks, you two. We've used them several times already.)
Great pictures! They really are changing so fast. It is absolutely evident that it really is all one, Joey. And at the same time it's cool to see the ways in which they are already becoming distinct individuals. I love the hats! They're very helpful for those of us who haven't been able to meet them in person.
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