She flies and flies back into our arms

She flies and flies back into our arms.

This afternoon I spent a good portion of the day editing and ordering a set of pictures from our recent photo shoot. And, I decided to order this picture (to the left) on a canvas for Aaron's office.  It took quite some time to get the size right, without distorting the arms/hands at the bottom, etc. but, finally my persistent toggling about prevailed!

This was Aaron's favorite picture of the shoot; I think because it so aptly captures his relationship with Daphne -- one of flying, trying, giggling, tiny steps, new words, exhilaration, and letting go. Aaron's good at it, and Daphne can always sense how much her dad trusts her.  So, the photo that would be in his office on this fancy-dancy canvas would have to be more than just a picture of us all sitting around trying to re-create the Mona Lisa. Maybe that's what the literary life is all about -- being ok with the silliness, the dirt, the stains, the mishaps, the chipped tooth. In fact, more than ok. Embracing it and then waiting for it to fall back into our arms in all it's unpredictable and angst-filled splendor.  We welcome ourselves to the world over and over with the same feeling of delight, wonderment and fear!