Growing up, Sunday afternoons and evenings were spent slurping soups, inhaling homemade hamburgers, twirling spaghetti, and devouring tacos with my big family at my parents house. My cousins (who at times felt more like siblings) and I would play in the muggy evenings of the southern summer until we covered in a layer of sticky sweat. We played flag football and capture the flag----we would catch fireflies and challenge each other to intense games of foursquare. At some point one of the aunts or uncles would venture out of the house to wrangle us in for supper. Inside there was a large buffet of food and we would naturally form the familial assembly line--smallest kids first, then Grandma and Grandpa, then the rest of the kids, then aunts and uncles. Laughter was everywhere. Pure love radiated throughout the wooden walls and seeped out through the windows. Every year when summer begins to dwindle and the promise of a cooler tomorrow settles into a reality, I miss it. I miss the love. Even though is hasn't left, it's different. Family is farther and I am older. With autumn brings nostalgia and I am a sucker for a little nostalgia. But now, that I have my own little family, it's time to begin a new kind of Sunday afternoon. One that creates the kind of memories my daughter will remember with a wistful smile and a sigh full of nostalgia.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Last Saturday night Daniel and I went to see the play The Servant of Two Masters at the Emily Ann Theater in Wimberly. It was fantastic! Penfold Theater Co. rocks my socks. I only have these two pictures, but I'm planning on going out there during the day to show off the beautiful venue. You know what, I might actually take my Nikon instead of using my iphone. What a concept! (The older couple in the photo is not me or daniel, but they were delightful!)
Monday, August 29, 2011
I really wish she looked like this right now:
Sunday, August 28, 2011
So my husband and I have a background in theater. We met in college--while we were in the same play. Suffice to say Noel Coward is very important to us. We supported local theater abundantly pre-baby Dot days but now it's a rare jewel of a weekend when we can find the time to attend an actual performance. But for the past two weekends in a row we have been able to attend a couple of performances thanks to the lovely grandparents. Last weekend we went and saw the musical HAIR at our regular theater haunt, The City Theater. The City Theater is run by our friend Andy and it consistently pops out good show after good show but HAIR, oh my word, it was phenomenal. I'm rather picky when it comes to theater and unfortunately I tend to be a bit harsh in terms of feedback and criticism--I blame my Dramatic Theory and Analysis class that I took in college a million years ago--I'm talking to you Dr. Charlton. But this show was amazing--nay, magical. The cast was so in sync and in tune with each other. You could actually tell that they were truly enjoying the primal experience of sharing their love, work, and music with the audience. You could see, smell, touch, taste and feel it. It was palpable. The love.
Let the sun shine in.