Most Alive Monday: Not Photographed
There have been many magical moments experienced, but not photographed:
My cat is seeing a specialist today and so there's no word on that situation. My camera is still in the shop and there's no word on that either.
The only photo I can share is this one from my childhood. It was taken on the same on the same day that my grandmother and great aunt bounced with me in the inflatable moon walk. It was shot in 1970-something during the July 4th parade. My great uncle, Philip Huntley, and his merry band dressed as clowns and crashed the parade in his 6 wheeled amphibious vehicle, "The Scrambler". Thankfully, someone had the good sense to capture the moment with a Polaroid, and I have the good fortune of being the keeper of this photo. Uncle Phil was well known for many pranks, mayhem and sidesplitting fits of laughter.
*About Most Alive Monday: I've decided to make at least one "most alive choice" each day and post my favorite each Monday. This, of course, is to motivate me to consciously "live juicy"! I hope you'll join me and share your "most alive moment" in the comments section so we may inspire each other.
- Satch and I were walking to the pool when I stopped the stroller for fear of running into what I first thought was a dog. It was a DOE! We stood motionless as she backed up a few steps and continued eating the brush, then two fawns appeared from behind her. We watched for some time before slowly inching forward. It was beautiful.
- We took Satch to the nature center Friday evening for a children's event about night creatures, after which the wees roasted marshmallows 'round the campfire. Satch was so excited to be at his first campfire, and even more excited by the thought of roasting and eating his first marshmallow. Every so often, he asked impatiently, "Where are the MELLOWS?". His first s'mores was a big hit!
- On Sunday we went to the 4H fair at Frying Pan Farm. His pal R, met him there and they bounced themselves silly on one of those inflatable bouncy thingies. Hearing those sweet giggles gave me a flashback from my own childhood when, on one golden July day in Jonesport, Maine, I jumped around inside one of those things with my grandmother and great aunt, Sue. I'll never forget hearing their laughter and imagining what they must have been like as little girls. I'm so lucky to have had that moment with them as a child, even luckier to have relived it yesterday through the squeals and laughter of my son and his friend. Later we went back to R's house for yummy tofurkey paninis.
My cat is seeing a specialist today and so there's no word on that situation. My camera is still in the shop and there's no word on that either.
The only photo I can share is this one from my childhood. It was taken on the same on the same day that my grandmother and great aunt bounced with me in the inflatable moon walk. It was shot in 1970-something during the July 4th parade. My great uncle, Philip Huntley, and his merry band dressed as clowns and crashed the parade in his 6 wheeled amphibious vehicle, "The Scrambler". Thankfully, someone had the good sense to capture the moment with a Polaroid, and I have the good fortune of being the keeper of this photo. Uncle Phil was well known for many pranks, mayhem and sidesplitting fits of laughter.
*About Most Alive Monday: I've decided to make at least one "most alive choice" each day and post my favorite each Monday. This, of course, is to motivate me to consciously "live juicy"! I hope you'll join me and share your "most alive moment" in the comments section so we may inspire each other.
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4 Comments:
This week it was definitely yesterday, seeing my girls riding their horses on the Carousel for the very first time. The way their faces lit up and how they were asking for more, more, more. Definitely a moment to treasure.
It happened early in the day. My daughter walked across our living room waving her hand in the air as though she were "raising the roof," her sign that she wants us to turn on the music.
So I switched on some music and she immediately started bouncing her knees and waving her arms in circles. The simple joy on her face when she dances is one of the more beautiful parts of life in our house right now.
Hi Wendy
I can just imagine that feeling you would have had as you saw the two fawns, it's always such a precious sight to see baby animals with their mums. It would have made me stop dead in my tracks and be in awe of such a beautiful sight.
Satch would have been filled with excited anticipation as he was about to taste his very first toasted marshamallow aroud a campfire. What a fun thing to do.
Some of my fondest memories of childhood are also the ones where I smiled so much my face hurt and giggled so hard. That type of enjoyment and laughter that Satch had in the bouncing thingie, would have created memories to last a lifetime.
I have had a couple of Most Alive Moments this week. Firtly, on Monday afternoon we left the cardiology unit with our 4 week old baby boy with good news about his heart. What a relief. We were filled with nothing but gratitude and sheer joy. We appreciated more than ever the blessing of healthy children.
Just this morning, Blake, who will be 5 weeks tomorrow, smiled at me. His eyes lit up and an enormous grin spread across his face. It melted my heart and filled me with sheer joy.
Lots of love
Elise
Hi Wendy
Your most alive moments are "beauty full". They are the kind of events where memories to last a lifetime are made. I would have stopped dead in my tracks to see the two fawns. It's always breathtaking to see a mum and her babies.
I can imagine the excited anticipation on Satch's face as the marshmallows were toasted around the fire. The first one he ever had would have been bliss.
Some of my most memorable and fondest memories from my own childhood involve laughing hysterically, till my somach hurt.
I have had two particularly notable most alive moments in the last few days. The first one was on Monday, when we left the cardiology unit of the hospital with positive news about our 4 week old baby boy. We were filled with gratitude and felt so blessed to be leaving the hospital with our beautiful boy who was given a good prognosis. I felt like I was walking on clouds as I floated back to the car, cradling our baby boy and feeling a huge sense of relief and joy. What a blessing it is to have healthy children, something to be cherished and thanful for each and every single day.
The day before he turned 5 weeks old, I was talking to him and he was gazing back at me. Suddenly, a smile, where his big blue eyes lit up, spread across his face. It melted my heart and brought me so much joy. Since then he has also smiled at his daddy and my mum.
Wendy, I hope you and Satch have day where more most alive moments are made.
Love to you my friend
Elise.
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