Marital Mondays: New Beginnings
Like sunrise reflected
in toddler eyes
this is our chance.
Today we can do better,
we can find our way,
encourage greatness,
redeem dreams like lottery tickets.
Start all over.
Transition ain’t easy,
loading cardboard clad baggage
of mortgaged yesterdays
into moving trucks of motivation.
Making the trip
takes gasoline,
elbow grease
patience through stop signs
and stopped types
logjamming your route,
but we gon’ do
what they say
can’t be done.
Open front door to reset
hardwood floors for footsteps
echoing in tomorrow’s memories,
that one spot by kitchen
always creaks
watch your step.
Start all over.
This is it.
Holding hands,
striding heads high into sunlight,
don’t need no shades
don’t need to squint
see possibilities just fine
making mark in grandchildren legacies
stepping up
hitting free throws
getting out of bed
especially when it’s so warm
when she’s so warm
knowing world’s so cold.
Doesn’t matter.
Starting all over,
unpacking lessons we need
conveniently forgetting
boxes of transgressions
that rot foundations
this is a new place,
a new day
a new chance
to make it all right.
Best of all?
We’ll get another one tomororow.
Let’s go!
“Movin’ On Up”
By Hannibal Tabu
Thematic Thursdays: Are You Happy With Me?
I ask Hannibal this at least once per week. We check in. This week I emailed it to him, and his response is pasted below. I think I’ll email the question more often. *blush*
Short answer: yes.
Long answer: There are joys with you that cannot be replicated, cannot
be gotten anywhere else, that would not be worth trading for a billion
dollars, the end of life as we know it or any of my other
non-you-related fondest dreams.
Smoothness of your thigh against mine, skies igniting with merest hint
of your smile, the real one with genuine surprise or joy, not the
ridiculous affectation we both use for emphasis. Hook shots your
brain concocts for even the most everyday of conversations, grandmama
quilt security of your support and appreciation. Whisper of your voice
against my chest or neck after kids are tucked in.
Sure, challenges hang between us like natty draperies in
less-than-favorite aunt’s den. Exhaustion makes vocabulary coarse
instead of common, bare third wire desires scalding sleepless
sensitivities, forcing flinches and recoils at awkward moments. Our
matched nihilism manifests in different ways — me dreaming of
rewriting reality one paragraph at a time, yours retreating into
neatly arranged family function.
Payday makes work worthwhile, rewards of you and pint sized
reflections of your grace far outweigh fleeting burdens of bluster,
dropped calls, late night snores.
You are everything, cosmos of possibility held fast to tedious
firmament by history best left dusty, undisturbed. You are aviation,
dream of cloud tops and scraping sky, wings tracing lines to follow
footsteps of chasing toddler or chauffeuring firstborn.
Would you tell me, how could it be any better than this?
Marital Mondays: Medieval (Photos)
Hannibal carried the globe around a candle in our living room thirty-nine times symbolizing this last trip around the sun. He got super dizzy, so we’ve vowed that people over fifteen in this house would not have this as part of their birthday tradition. He says that I *have* to do it this year at thirty-one, because I cackled at him the whole time and made him finish.
We had wonderful cupcakes from JAM Vegan Bakery. They are the best on the planet! Trust me. Mooch bought Hannibal a Transformer with her own little money. I got him clothes, because his clothes are … I got him clothes. If you missed the birthday weekend blog, we went Chicago Stepping.
The final celebration of Hannibal’s birthday was a trip to Medieval Times the weekend after his birthday. It was exciting and the food was good, but all I could think about animal cruelty and slow fight choreography. I don’t really have time to go into details, so check the photos below.
Marital Mondays: Giant Fruit
Father’s Day was loopy — for me at least. Our gift to Hannibal was a day to himself to write, sleep, scratch his balls and do whatever men do when they have days to themselves. The problem was that we stayed out Saturday night until 3am at a friend’s housewarming party. Fuss woke up at 5:30am, but we had gone to bed at 4am. Yikes!
Yeah, so I had the girls all day and I was half dead. I took them to Real Food Daily for brunch. Everything there is vegan, and it’s delicious. We were going to have these humongous nachos, but we opted for breakfast foods instead. Fuss ordered hash-browns, Mooch had pancakes, and I ate a waffle with tempeh bacon. While it was good, unfortunately it didn’t help my energy level.
At that point it was Fuss’ nap time, so I wanted to drive enough for her to fall asleep. Since Mooch wanted to go to a mall, we headed to Westside Pavilion. I took the streets, nearly dozing off at every other stop light. When we got to the mall, I fell asleep for ten minutes in the car before Mooch removed Fuss from her car seat and came to open my door. “Mommy, you can get in the stroller and I can push you. Come on.”
I was sleepy enough to actually consider it, but then I thought about how it would look to people at the mall and how I might be convicted when Fuss ran away from Mooch while she was trying to push me in a stroller. Peeling myself from the seat, I removed the keys from the ignition. After loading up the stroller with what felt like eighty bags and a baby, who was not asleep, we headed into the mall. I wandered around aimlessly until we found a toy store, where Mooch could fool around while I pushed Fuss back and forth in the stroller. She finally fell asleep after about an hour of this.
Once she was asleep, I took Mooch to play on the giant fruit in the food court. That chaotic lunacy lasted for about about an hour and a half before Fuss woke up and Mooch got hungry again. I bought them dinner and warned Hannibal that he should leave, because we were headed home. He said he didn’t wake up until 3:30pm!!! What a lucky man! He also noted that he’d be going somewhere to write, then sing (karaoke), then watch Green Lantern, then home. I wanted to see Green Lantern with him, so I objected to that, and he removed it. We’re going later this week.
I travelled home in a fog, stopping to get soy milk for the little one on the way. When we got home, the bath and bed routines for both girls were still ahead of me. Once I was done with Mooch, I collapsed at 8pm. I’m not sure if she tucked me in or I tucked her in. The whole day, I didn’t have a resentful bone in my body, because I know that he would do the same thing for me in a heartbeat.
Marital Mondays: The Photo Shoot
We did a photo shoot recently, so I thought I’d share some of those pics. Also, it’s a holiday so I’m not writing much.
All photography courtesy of Qui 2 Your Heart Photography
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