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Papa, I'm writing this because I realized I haven't written to you. Not since 1992.And I want to thank you, on this special day of Father's Day.I thank you for sacrificing so much for your young family, when you yourself were very young when you became a husband and a father.
I thank you for instilling a hard work ethic in me, and the virtue of perseverance...that if you put your mind and your heart to something, the possibilities are endless.I thank you for giving me life changing experiences, even when I fought and resisted 90% of the time, especially during my teen years, and then got there to realize, oh...wow, you were right. Like here, when you took me on an exhilirating and thrilling rafting trip down Grand Canyon for over 3 weeks, and you found moments such as this, to let loose and be silly.
I also thank you, for fighting to have your time with your children.And this photo, taken just the week before you flew off into the horizon, after many years, finally gave me comfort because you died doing what you loved, which was flying.
After many years of unyielding pain and anger, I've made peace with what's happened. The saying, 'Time Heals all Wounds', is true, but to a certain extent. The wound is healed, however, there's a scar and I still miss you. More than you can imagine.
Happy Father's Day, Papa.
After a torturous week of rush hour traffic and 20+ hours in my car (10 hours of that with a toddler), and being super close to cutting the umbilical cord to my teen, I got the redemption I needed this morning. A beautiful musical brass performance by young musicians from all over Austin. What's unique about the Brass Institute is (and as Domi puts it), the students are not 'dictated' to, the directors foster creativity, and they didn't have to waste valuable time on discipline and thus, all the time was focused on the music. The environment was relaxed and casual, yet the music was bold and refined.I had a challenging time capturing shots since Domi's placement was on the opposite end of where I was sitting and the lighting was terrible, but this first one (which I almost deleted), I especially like. He's the one one the far left.

And a heartfelt thank you to Adrian, Domi's private lesson instructor. Domi is beginning his 5th year with Mr. Griffin because he saw potential in my son. When he left his position with the public schools and accepted a position at the University of Texas in San Antonio, he only took two of his private lesson students with him for continuation of lessons. And Domi was one of them. I respect his pedagogy, and appreciate the way he teaches, his guidance, the support, the motivation, and mostly, the patience, he has given throughout the years.
Ok, so instead of a sweet sappy Love Thursday post, I'm posting a polar opposite topic, Thursday Therapy!!Let me tell you about my crappy Thursday.
I've been spending the last week chauffeuring my son to his brass institute camp on the other side of creation. I'm NOT complaining about that part because this is an amazing opportunity for him and the experience did wonders for him last summer (and I'll do anything for my kids, even if it means spending 20+ hours a week in my damn gas guzzling car).
BUT!
I've been dealing with Austin's rush hour, FOUR times a day, which is absolutely MAD.
It's ridiculous. It was NOT like this when I commuted to central Austin when I was a student at UT and working downtown. Now I understand road rage. How do you people deal with this on a daily basis!?! This is what I've been sitting in all week.
This combined with the $70 it took to fill up my tank this week (which is now empty).Oh, and then this stupid number I accidentally did to a parked car last night...
...makes me want to get a friggin' moped!And no worries, the guy has all my insurance information.
I hosted my first Español para Niños (Spanish themed playdate) today with the O'Mamas. I wasn't sure how to organize such a playdate as my usual playdates are art-based, spontaneous and free-formesque.I figured the most exciting and fun way to introduce kids to Spanish would be through simple songs and books. I showed them the colors in Spanish and we made popsicle books with the colores en español. Inside the books, the mamas wrote in the color words in English and then in Spanish and the the kids rubbed the colors on each corresponding page. Then, I gathered the kids and mamas inside and had us sit in a circle for some music and singing time. I pulled out the basket of maracas and eggshakers for the kiddies and passed out the lyrics and notes to the mamas and put on the music. This is the part where the kids get really excited right? Wrong!I have never seen kids scatter so quickly. They had NO interest in singing along to our bilingual song. None. Nada. Zilch. So, us mamas were left singing to ourselves while Sophia rolled on the floor fussing and wailing, "Off! Off!" and the rest of the kids occupied themselves with other things. The only one who went along with the music was Stephanie's youngest. (You made my day C!)I'm going to try this again and next week focus on numbers and animals and hope that the kids will take to the music portion better.




Shots below by Melissa
Received these lovely tulips from mama Andrea and her lil' man on his last day at Casa T since I'm closing for the summer and he'll be starting at a new school this week. Like this tulip, he was once a small seedling waiting to grow. He soaked up all the food I gave him, and has now blossomed into a vibrant and bold flower. And I hope I have helped provide him the strong roots to continue to discover and be creative as he continues to flourish and evolve.
For more Best Shot Monday images, visit Mother May I.
The images I share for my BSM were taken a couple weeks ago while visiting a friend's 100 year old home that they recently purchased. I love things vintage and am incredibly drawn to historic places and homes, so naturally I end up taking photos of such things.The chipped fence that has surrounded this home for probably a century, I found charming. And then the classic, wooden toy that's probably older than I am, which I'm certain has given many children countless hours of joy, I loved. These shots are to honor the past and present, and to keeping the balance of both.
For more magical shots, visit Tracey at Mother May I.