Sunday, February 27, 2011

what i love about sundays*

"Cat-napping on the porch swing; You curled up next to me,
The smell of jasmine wakes us up.
Take a walk down a back road, Tackle box and a cane pole;
Carve our names in that white oak,
An' steal a kiss as the sun fades,
That's what I love about Sunday"
-Craig Morgan

i love sundays... there's no expectations for anyone to be productive. sunday is a day where you feel comfortable enough to stay in pyjamas and curl up with a good book, and no one will say anything. in fact, they will probably wish they would have done the same...

i spend most of my sundays with my family. family breakfast, lunch or dinner. if i'm really lucky i will spend the morning having breakfast with one group of family, and have dinner with a second group. we are big on nourishing each other and there is nothing we enjoy more than sitting down together for a great meal and even better conversation...

i am happy to say it is my turn to cook dinner this week! so the white chicken chili is simmering on the stove and the homemade dinner rolls are ready to go in the oven when company arrives. if you lovelies have any favorite recipes that you would like to share, please do! i am always looking for new things to try and we are not a picky bunch...

wishing you a lovely sunday - xo

Saturday, February 19, 2011

the city that stole my heart*

dearest nyc,

you had my heart the first time i laid eyes on you. you had always been a dream in my heart. a place that combines amazing theatre, great shopping and indescribable beauty... how could i not adore you?

what i didn't know is how quickly you would sink into my bones, into the very heart of me. you made my heart sing from the moment i stepped off the plane.

you changed me... for the first time in my life, i felt like a woman. not a young girl trying to find her way in this big world. I had found this amazing corner of the world and felt so happy to be a part of it.

i'm coming back to visit you this year, and i feel like i'm coming home. i want to spend time wandering your busy streets and photographing your unmeasurable beauty. i can't wait to see you again.

with love,


Sunday, February 13, 2011

piece of the world

every morning
i would wake with the fear
of this day being our last...
i could feel the beating of your heart
and see the rise and fall of every breath...
i would lay as still
as i could
for fear i would wake you
and end our perfect piece of the world...
i spent those
early morning hours
memorizing every piece
of you.
one morning,
at some point
during my intense study,
you woke,
pulled me close,
and asked me
"can we stay like this forever?"
"can you love me that long?"
and with a deep sigh
came an unexpected answer...