Worn red barns, fresh snow, and birthday candles

It is with my iphone, most of all, that I capture those tiny moments and details through which I glimpse the eternal.  Here are some, from the 7th birthday edition.

The view from the sink at our dear friends’ house in New Hampshire where we spent Martin Luther King weekend.  I remember the weekend when that red barn went up.  Now it is time-scarred and worn.  More evidence of life, leaving its mark on all of us, in ways both visible and unseen.

Reading to a six year old before bed for the very last time in my life.  After putting him to bed I bawled my eyes out.  I know, I know, I know: very ending is a new beginning, and it does just keep getting better and better.  Still, something is ending, and I’m incapable of not mourning that.

On Whit’s birthday I found him standing, silently, in my office looking out the window at the snow.  He was delighted beyond words at the white world.  When we got to school, both kids and Matt made tracks in the fresh, untouched blanket of snow.

The message Whit left in the snow: I’m 7.  It reminded me of our late-summer day at Crane’s Beach, when the children both wrote in the sand and then watched their messages eroded by the inexorably rising tide.

We celebrated Whit’s birthday with dinner at home.  My parents and Matt’s dad joined us for pizza, roast chicken, and salad with homemade croutons (Whit chose the menu).  The birthday boy’s cake request was chocolate, with chocolate icing.

Our front door.  I actually dislike Valentine’s Day, and always have.  I like its decorations, though, and I finally realized it is because I love red and pink together.  This wreath makes me smile every time I come home.


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  1. Posted January 25, 2012 at 6:14 am | Permalink

    The wreath is gorgeous! And did you know my house is modelled entirely on a red barn my husband and I were infatuated with?

  2. Posted January 25, 2012 at 7:58 am | Permalink

    Lovely images, and words. Red barn reminds me of the barn at our home in the Berkshires that we went to every weekend. I don’t think I’ve been back since my Dad died. I think I should go. I want to show my girls that barn, and my past.

  3. Posted January 25, 2012 at 10:12 am | Permalink

    Such beautiful words and photos. They warned my heart. And kudos on that cake!!

  4. Posted January 25, 2012 at 10:16 am | Permalink

    The barn at my parents’ farm is also red, although much newer. It was my mom’s idea to make it red and I love that it is.

    Also, your cake is making me hungry! Nothing beats homemade cake!

  5. Posted January 25, 2012 at 11:57 am | Permalink

    What great pictures. It is the joy of the iPhone isn’t it… that we can capture these moments so easily.

  6. Posted January 25, 2012 at 2:40 pm | Permalink

    I love the red barn photo and I ADORE the wreath! Did you make it?

  7. Posted January 25, 2012 at 3:50 pm | Permalink

    I don’t know why looking at things through a window gets to me so. But I felt all goosebumpy. I love barns. There are tons of them here in the mountains of Colorado. There’s something about a barn. Once, I remember riding a rope swing in a big barn and diving into that dusty hay.

    I, too, have a love/hate relationship with Valentine’s Day. Love color and texture…the hearts…hmmm.

  8. Posted January 26, 2012 at 4:35 pm | Permalink

    I love this. All of it.

    Thank you.


  9. Posted January 27, 2012 at 4:42 pm | Permalink

    that wreath is amazing!