What Marcus Taught Me in Iceland

The Most Important Lesson from our Trip Happened in Iceland.

Can you imagine what it’s like to have your own child’s value, as a human being, debated? A world where you regularly encounter the opinion of scientists and doctors who are literally working to eliminate the entire segment of humanity of which your child is a part…and it all happens without public outrage. In fact, it is happening throughout entire cultures.

I frequently listen to the band Of Monsters and Men when I am writing. I love their lyric videos and their melodies drive emotion. Of Monsters and Men happen

The Promise – We Belong

Wedding days are full of promise.

Promises made and promises kept.

This picture is from Quinn and my wedding day and it speaks of promise like no other.

Pretty much the universal favorite pic from our wedding day. Quinn and Marcus.

 

Sure, there were promises, vows – you know, between Quinn and I. However, those are the obvious ones, the “givens” of the day. The look between these two, it speaks to our life together, to comitment, to belief, to trust – this, my friends, shows a lifetime of promise.

The Center of the Cycle is Loving

currenlty collage

 

Currently and As Always…

loving, craving, demanding, questioning, worrying

#TBT Post

Loving. From the moment I met him, and each day since, I marvel at the miracle that is Marcus. At times I muse at how he doesn’t look like me, or much like the child, I thought I would have created. No. He looks just like him. He does in so many ways act like the child I thought I’d have, he’s dramatic and funny and creative. And more than anything,

Learning to Celebrate Love

Bringing a circle of support around two people is beautiful. My favorite weddings combine celebration, tradition, and personality, with the rituals chosen on purpose, a specific and unique start to their new adventure together.

Last year we went to the wedding of my dear friend, Christine. The small congregation of close friends and family spontaneously sang her down the aisle of the small chapel. The scene was gorgeous on a beautiful island off of Seattle. It propelled me to live like we have 100 Junes.

 

Also last year, my youngest