Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
I had been complaining of feeling low with PMS the last couple days, but with the mention of "fashion show in Paris", I feel of sudden rush of seritonin hit my brain.
We had just arrived in France to ski with our friends from Barcelona. They brought and their son Digby and his girlfriend, Sophie, with her family. Sophie, with her thick french accent was living my teenage girl fantasy. She is a student at Parson School of Fashion Design in Paris.
"Oh my gosh Luke this is so exciting, tell me all about it, when is it, please say yes, this is such a cool opportunity, this is such a dream," I say bubbling with excitement.
It wasn't long before Holden too was asked to be in the fashion show. Not long after that, they went off to Paris for the weekend for wardrobe fittings.
"Mom, we just finished the rehearsal, there we tons of photographers, the show is in this cool circus building, and the clothes we are wearing are pretty cool." Luke calls and tells me the day of the show.
Cambrie, Faith and I have spread outfits out all over the hotel room and are busy trying to make sure we wear something high fashion, when my friend calls and says we need to leave in 5 mins (2 hours early) because there is a huge line outside the venue of the show.
"What, why aren't you guys dressed up? I gasp as I see my friend Anke and Sophie's mother standing outside the door wearing basic jeans and a scarf. "Oh it's super casual Andrea," they say.
By the time I walked 10 plus blocks to the show in my super high heels, my feet are killing me. We then wait in line with masses of people for over an hour to make sure we get seats. It is funny how events imagined actually really play out. Like for example our year in Barcelona. It has been so different than I had thought. My mind never imagined that learning spanish would be so hard or that I would crave Duck Con Fi, or own a hedgehog named Wiggly Puff. I couldn't imagine the wonderful people I would meet or especially that I would be here in sitting in the Bon Marchais Circus building watching my boys model. Each day, each new event, is unpredictable. I have learned to become keenly aware of the present and to live in the moment, because time moves quickly.
"The boys are on next," my friend says in my ear.
Then BAM, just like that Holden and Luke are in the middle of the Circus ring modeling in a fashion show in Paris. I can't restrain my excitemet.
"Mom, you were like one of those crazy hockey parents who shake milk jugs filled with marbles, when their kid scores a goal," Holden says. "It was kind of embarressing."
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RICKY.
Your parents who raised you and taught you so many great things.
I have been going through photos of your life before we met and then photos of our life together. What an incredible journey you have been on. I feel like as I have gotten older, I have gained so much wisdom about life and the way things happen, to only feel gratitude for all the blessings and look at the hardships as growth opportunities. I understand now that weathering the hardest times have made the many more good times even better. We joke all the time that when wake up I pinch myself that I have you beside me. How could I not be happy waking up each day next to my best friend, the father of my amazing children, a person who is my biggest advocate, a gifted artist, a fearless hard working man, a dedicated husband and family man? I am blessed to have you to share this journey of life together....
P.S. A reminder of a poem I wrote for you a fews years ago..
It seems that for someone still so young you have hurtled through your life with more interesting and exciting experiences than many people twice or three times your age. It takes a special person to be able to grasp those opportunities and magnify them as you have in your life. Here are a few of my thoughts of what I think makes you extra special..
It's your 40th birthday and it's an enormous one!!! I love the time we spend together and I will always remember it. I like how I am growing up with a father like you. I will never not love you because you are my father on earth and you are my love, my father, the one I depend on. I will always love you so much and that will never change. Love your daughter and Special Angel, Faith
P.S. Love is all you need."