When grace is joined by wrinkles, it is adorable. There is an unspeakable dawn in happy old age. – Victor Hugo
Please don’t retouch my wrinkles. It took me so long to earn them. – Anna Magnani
One year ago last month
in the Great Meredith Renovation of 2013
after much, erhm, spirited debate
David and I reached a peaceful resolution to the exasperating question of:
Carpet on the stairs, or hardwood?
The beauty of our wood floor, its ease of cleaning – and our naive belief that our children were too old to fall down the stairs – won out over the traditional safety of our previously-carpeted stairs.
Ten days ago I fell down those stairs.
I could feel it happen. Side note: walking and texting is dangerous.
So are un-hemmed Lululemon pants.
Only the weak are cruel. Gentleness can only be expected from the strong. – Leo Buscaglia
He was tall in the bed and I could see the silver through his eyelids. His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do – the best ones. The ones who rise up and say, ‘I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come.'” – Marcus Zusak
Shall we accept good from Him and not trouble? – Job
It has been a week of tears.
Not all tears are bad.
Wednesday’s tears were beautiful. The girls happily ensconced in their dance teachers’ capable hands, I enjoyed a built-in pause in the middle of my day at Tim Horton’s, sipping steeped tea with one of those people who gets me better than most – someone I feel just as comfortable crying with as laughing.
And we laughed.
Then we cried.
How did the world got so much darker than it used to be?