Our little family moved from the Southwest to Vancouver, with all the remnants of our desert life – huge pieces of lodge pole pine furniture that never really fit with our new urban lifestyle. As part of our current desire to organize our lives, the old furniture goes. We’ve been longing for sleek, modern and minimal.
Part of our plan is to repaint the house, so today we started with our bedroom. At first it was fun, both of us singing along to the tunes, playing a little air guitar. Late afternoon found us swearing like two characters from the Sopranos. Happy freakin Mothers Day.
You see, we didn’t realize how much primer it takes to cover bright red paint. Let’s just say things were bad - at one point I even noticed my honey had Plumbers Crack. I never thought I would see the day.
So, in the spirit of Mother’s Day, here is a story for our beautiful son Tyler – who was born in Santa Fe, New Mexico, and spent his baby years living in the high desert.
Tyler, when you were just a little baby, we often went to the public library. Like many young families, money was tight and buying books was a luxury we couldn’t afford. One day as your father and I were browsing the book-shelves, a handsome old woman came up to your baby stroller - and without asking permission, picked you up.
I wouldn’t say she cuddled you, as people tend to do when holding babies – but she did hold you up to the light, and looked deep into your eyes. She left as abruptly as she came - and I don’t think we ever even spoke.
Your Dad seemed a little shook up, and he couldn’t understand my calm reaction - until I explained that the little old lady just so happened to be Georgia O’Keefe. His response was “Cool! So.....who’s Georgia O’Keefe?”
We love you baby boy!
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