For the record...

You are The Man...

Because first thing this Sunday/Father's day morning you got your drill out and fixed our broken door knob. And now we can go out the front door and shut it (naturally) and not say swear words when we realize we have to walk all the way around the house to get back in again.  Thank you.

Also, thank you for being the very best father to our family. You take care of us in so many ways it is impossible to count. You single handily make the three of us feel uniquely special through your kind words and unconditional love.  You are a gem of a man Mister Witt and we love you so.

Lastly, thank you to our Father's, both Matt and my own.  Thank you Mark, for thinking of us at 4am and calling at 7am with all the ideas you have about how we can live a better life.  How we can be secure and happy. Thank you for carrying a 50 pound button press all the way from Arizona so that I can one day make buttons again.  It is the little things you do that make me grin and feel loved.  Thank you Dad, for being awesome and hilarious and supportive and loving. And courageous and adventurous. To show me the way to a fun life that is filled with good intention ...and it is 11:11.  How about that???  

Meaningful.

Love you all.

Mister Witt...

cooked us up some granola...

and this morning he...

 chopped up dried fruits, 

mixed it in the oats, 

put it in a bag, 

placed it in my hands,

and sent me on my way... 

and it is the perfect mid-morning snack.

and that is not all.

because it is friday, we took a half day, and in exactly ninety minutes we will be headed home, to be together, to eat pad thai, from tiny thai, on the porch, or in the house, maybe watch a movie, or maybe hang some photos, maybe take a nap, and I hope it rains...

happy weekend folks!

Birthday Trifecta.

What changes a year can bring.

Last year we had a sweet homemade birthday for Mister Witt in a little loft in a still very new Village life. This year my darling husband spent his birthday in his very own Village home, that he bought for us... and well, it is nothing short of wonderful.

The birthday trifecta was this:

Easter Sunday Birthday:             righteous day
Turning Thirty-three:                  righteous number
Taking place in year 2012:         righteous year

I secretly thought that maybe space aliens would come for a visit and tell us the secrets of the world.  What else would one need to expect something other worldly to happen??  Sadly, our rooftop landing station remained vacant and we had to bide our time doing more earthly things.  This turned out okay too though...

A gift (or two):

A walk:

and two hipster children to adore...

They dress themselves now you know.  And I must admit, relinquishing control on dressing them like dolls was nothing short of excruciating.  

Once, there was a fire near our Arizona home.  It was getting quite serious and I was home alone waiting for an evacuation.  So I gathered all of Gabrielle's clothes and put them in my car, just in case. she was three. true story. 

My memories of their baby/toddlerhood, if you will, often greatly relates to an outfit they wore.  So when i say it was hard to give up, I mean it was hard to give up!   But the joy of seeing their outfits revealed each morning now far surpasses the joy I took in laying out their clothes in what now seems a life time ago...

Oh jeez... were we talking about a birthday?

Well it was lovely!  A day of being at home, together, turning the best.age.yet.

You have a whole year of 33 darling, make it a good one ;-)


xx

A lovely day indeed

Beginning with these...

a lunch date with him...

and oh my goodness, I had THIS...

and then one of these...

simple. loving. delicious. and sweet.

Thank you Mister Witt.  I love you so.

xoxo