Wednesday, November 3

Water Babies, City Boys, and a Visit to the Zoo

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"In fact, the fairies had turned him into a water-baby.
A water-baby? You never heard of a water-baby. Perhaps not. That is the very reason why this story was written.
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"But there are no such things as water-babies."
How do you know that? Have you been there to see? And if you had been there to see, and had seen none, that would not prove that there were none. If Mr. Garth does not find a fox in Eversley Wood—as folks sometimes fear he never will—that does not prove that there are no such things as foxes. And as is Eversley Wood to all the woods in England, so are the waters we know to all the waters in the world. And no one has a right to say that no water-babies exist, till they have seen no water-babies existing; which is quite a different thing, mind, from not seeing water-babies; and a thing which nobody ever did, or perhaps ever will do."
— Charles Kingsley (Water Babies)

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My very own water baby. Born in the islands and happiest in the water. His smiles are so much bigger when he plays in the water than when he plays inland. Could it be because he knows where he was born? Or that because his first breaths were filled with the smell and texture of the seas and oceans? Does he feel that on some level, the water is part of his home and birthplace?

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My very own water baby. His soul seems to sing when immersed in the blue silk of the elements.

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My island baby is also my city boy. He walks the malls like it was his own private backyard. He knows no fear and runs through the wide halls like it was one open field.

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And then he stops at his own idea of a haven. We stop and watch him - our little boy and his little park.

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Our little city boy and his tea.

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Our litte boy falls asleep.

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Sunday brings him further inland as we visit the zoo!

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Now we know, Elijah, you don't really like giraffes...

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not impressed with the elephants...

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not as enamored with the monkeys...

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real serious when you drive...

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and, no matter where, you always find new friends to meet.

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My little charmer, always ready to take the world on. You make Mommy and Daddy proud.

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Saturday, October 30

Life Again

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There's never a day which is completely yours. BUT there is one day when it feels like the whole universe is saying: Here. This is Life. It's yours again for the taking.

I'm talking about birthdays. The day Life was given to you like it was the best gift ever - and it was given like all other great gifts: quietly, dramatically, with all the boom bands playing, almost unnaturally natural way. If you think I'm contradicting myself with all these descriptives, you'd be right. I am. Life does it, too. Contradict itself. And that's it in the grand scale. But I'm veering off course drastically here, so let me go back.

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Birthdays. It seems as if I've been writing a lot about birthdays. What to say to that? I love them. I celebrate them. I celebrate Life.

A friend decided her birthday wasn't going to be just another day. She celebrated it with her students. And, boy, did they love it. Who doesn't like chocolate cake?

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Everyone loved it. Slices disappeared faster than they could be served on a plate.  Before we knew it, there was only one slice left. That went to the birthday girl, ofcourse. The more, the merrier.  The last ones go to where they belong.

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Life is so good.  And chocolate cake is so very delicious.