i love this image. it’s from my mom’s stash. i think it may be one of the uncles. i love it because it captures that moment. that moment when we feel free. when we let go. when we are child-like in our laughter. when we are in the moment. sunlight on the face. joy in our hearts, if only for a moment.
today’s word: frenetic. yes, that’s it. liz and i have been chatting on the phone daily, like two school girls eagerly anticipating the first day of the 7th grade. what are you going to wear? what do you think about this? are you bringing that? for all the worry and chatting we’ve been doing, we may as well coordinate our outfits so we’re wearing the exact same thing on the first day of artfest! did you ever do that when you were 12? remember what fun it was to wear the same thing as your friends on the same day? i will NEVER forget being in the 8th grade and calling my BFF gina to coordinate the next day’s outfit only to be shot down: she had grown up and didn’t think it was cool anymore to wear the same clothes. it’s as if she grew up overnight. how dare she! i was heartbroken and felt that weird feeling of being behind in the wheel of life. she was, by the way, a whole year older than me (and still is). well, it’s not the 7th grade, it’s artfest, but it may as well be the first day of school. that’s what it sort of feels like. you know you’re going to have a great time, but there is that anticipatory worry that creeps in a bit. but when you finally arrive, you feel like this photograph: happy. at home. right where you belong. and down right silly with glee.