August 23, 2013

Histoire

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I was thinking about all the times I've burned the butter, or some other fail, and how writing it out always made me feel better. It quieted the hum, gave it closure. Move on.

I was thinking about it last night because, in fact, I did not burn the butter. I made a delicious soup - still adjusting to the August temperature here of sixty degrees and for the life of me I could not get warm enough - and it was uneventful. But it was, because it was good. For some reason that is less likely to go down in my history, although I have a knowing that my kids will be more likely to remember when their favorite dinners tasted good. At least that is my hope.

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7 comments:

  1. yes. we need to remember it as good, too. i really think they will and there IS so much good to remember.

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  2. I LOVE how your roses match Ivy. Her dress is precious. And how free she looks in the last picture...like a butterfly. Your kids will have such great memories of your cooking I'm sure...cause you put so much love and care into your pots, whatever it may be...

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  3. beautiful pictures!!! Yes great reminder of it being good :-)

    Have a great day

    Love
    Renee

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  4. Yes! I've always thought it's strange how rarely we notice when things go "right." It's the wrongs that make a good story, i suppose.

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  5. i remember when i first met and fell in love with my husband. i stopped writing poetry. because i couldn't write happy. i'm working on that. :-)

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  6. This is so lovely, friend. I love how you write and live and express yourself.

    Janelle

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