Would you die
for a bright and wild world
with a child and a pie?
Fletcher’s favorite part of homework lately has been the weekly writing of a poem using spelling worlds. I don’t know what it is about these poems that tickles me so, but I think they are fabulous – and totally Fletcher.
Would a clown talk to your lawn without a sound?
Give him a crown and he will.
Eleven boys ages 6 to 8, plus Lola Gray,me and Raymond. In a church van. For two hours. Each way. Craziness. Pure craziness. But so much fun.
Fletcher brought this drawing home to me on Friday. In art class at school they discussed this year’s PTA Reflections theme The Magic of a Moment, and then drew pictures of their own magical moment. Fletcher’s was of the two of us snuggled in bed watching television. And as silly as it may seem, that nightly ritual is a magical moment for me too. Each night after we read and tuck Lola into bed, Fletcher reads on his own for a while and then sneaks into my room for some extra snuggles and a dose of reality tv. We watch The Voice or Survivor and talk, just the two of us. If that’s not magical, I don’t know what is.
NayNay and Grandaddy came to Savannah for a quick visit last weekend, so we spent Saturday with them at the Children’s Museum. The day was sunny and beautiful, and it was so nice to be outside. Fletcher led us all through several rounds of hide-and-seek in the maze, which wound up being much more fun than I expected. (I’m just so glad that he isn’t too old for that sort of thing yet!)
In the evening we had dinner at Leoci’s before heading back to their hotel for s’mores on the riverfront. And then the next morning after breakfast, they were gone. These visits are always too short, too few and too far between. At least we know that we will see them again soon.
I can hardly even believe how grown up my baby girl is all of a sudden. On Sunday she stood in front of the church for her first communion, flanked by 2 of her best friends. She has known these girls practically since birth, and I really hope they will always remain close.
Time just keeps passing faster and faster. I swear it feels like just yesterday she was a tiny little thing toddling around in diapers. But there is no slowing down the time – all I can do is hang on and enjoy the ride I guess! On hectic afternoons when we are racing from homework to activities to dinner and bed, I have to remind myself to slow down and enjoy the little moments. It really does make a difference. This photo is one of those moments – the kids were rushing to the car for swim lessons on the first chilly afternoon we have had this October when I made them stop and stand still while I made this photo with my phone. The light was just so beautiful and Lola was beyond adorable with those long legs and rain boots. These are the moments I want to remember and savor – and if it makes us a few minutes late to swim practice then so be it.
Picnic in the Park has always been my favorite Savannah event of the year. This year we finally got it together enough to organize a themed picnic to go along with the event theme Some Enchanted Evening. By Savannah standards ours was a modest attempt at best, but Raymond built us some beautiful tables that we can use for these events in the future and it was amazing to gather in the park with our closest friends on an October evening that felt more like August than autumn. Tomoko made the most incredible cake topped with meringue mushrooms, and everyone wore paper crowns and fairy wings. Raymond has begun his tenure as Chairman of the City of Savannah Cultural Affairs Commission, and in that role he got up on stage to address the crowd of 35,000 gathered in Forsyth Park. We hooted and hollered for him, but despite the fact that he couldn’t hear us (or perhaps because of it) he did a great job.
I did a terrible job of taking photos of the gathering, but I won’t apologize for it. It is hard sometimes to be a part of an event and document it at the same time – and I would rather be a part of things. But once the sun began to set, our picnic became truly magical and I had to get a few photos. The candelabra my mother gave me years ago, along with dozens of votive candles in mason jars, made our little camp so beautiful it was breathtaking. People came from all over the park to stand by the candelabra and have their photos taken in the candlelight!
We were missing a few important friends this year – some have moved, some were kept away by occasions happy and sad – but there is such a sense of community at Picnic that it almost felt like they were there with us. I’m already looking forward to next year!