A Perfect Sunday

The above four photographs are from a late afternoon walk today in Valley Forge.  We often walk this river trail .  First with Penny.  Now with baby in tow.

There's a whole lotta love in this photo.

We were gifted with leaves and leaves of basil so Matt made homemade mozzarella (on the plate), and I made a pesto with almonds we had in the freezer.

The two bath photos are from a few days ago; we've taken to give Annie baths in the sun room this past week.

My (a bit older, and so much wiser) co-worker has this saying: "Eat the meat, and spit out the bones".  She means that to absorb, chew, on the good stuff, and take the rest with a grain of salt.  It's a way to get through the utter BS of cubicle culture.  But I thought about it in a different way today as I was choosing what photographs to highlight in this entry.  This past week at work has been a a dizzying nightmare.  And I have been taking it home with me.  So I'm going to work harder - really hard - on leaving my Monday-Friday at work, and wholly absorbing my home life in that little girl, above.  Oh, and that boy, too - he's not half bad. :)   I've worked too hard to get where I am in my personal life to have a job gnaw at the edges of that beauty.

Yesterday Matt and I had a dinner out and saw his favorite comedian in the city (Paul F. Tompkins, with a surprise guest opening by John Hodgman - score!), and today we had a perfect and quiet Sunday whipping up baby food for the week (and some adult goodies for us, above) and ended the day with a riverside stroll.

So to the ugliness that was displayed to me this week: this - this - is sacred.  And you can't touch that.

(I'm already liking my new bad ass self.)