It is, mama. It is.
|How did I survive before our farm share box? How? If kale is the best vegetable, I'm telling you that persimmon is the best fruit. And that's my grandmothers milk glass. I swoon and smile every single time I use it.|
|The perfect cup for the season. We might be moving from San Francisco. I'll give you one guess as to where we're going.|
|What's better than the image of my sweetest heart? Why, a kaleidoscope of her images, of course.|
|Music class. The teacher is named Monica, just like me. She often plays this little guitar/ukulele thing that has a Spanish name I can't understand. Whatever it is, Ads is mesmerized.|
|This corner is the center of the world, as far as I'm concerned.|
|Ada is napping. This sweet bird is on my wall above my bed. I will miss him when we move out.|
|Late lunch. I convince her to eat her strawberries by putting about 2 Tbsp of vanilla ice cream on top. It works.|
|Pre-dinner preparation. We had salad with persimmon, pomegranate, local blue cheese, pumpkin seeds and grilled tuna dressed with a pomegranate balsamic vinaigrette. Please don't ask about the marker on her hands.|
|I love her.|
Bonus: this is from the morning. Overexposed, poorly focused, but I totally don't care. My Heart is so happy. I have a crazy smile when I'm happy - like, soulfully happy. My husband knows it the second he sees it. She has it. She makes it look good but I don't know if having a tell this obvious is a good thing.