|I planted these and they're still alive.|
|Our favorite: steak, mashed potatoes, spinach salad, homemade boba tea, and Dick Van Dyke|
|Quinoa cupcakes with lavender frosting|
|T and I.B. on the balcony.|
|The most beautiful day|
|I.B. loves Fuchsia|
|T and B (aka The Twins) are so cute|
And, as promised, here is the poem I wrote for my Renaissance/critical theory class (that sucked! did I mention that?)
To his sweet still trembling tender youth I write
These feeble rhymes. To courage, to victory wrought
By a greater power, by Love, a force unsought
But known. His heart still racing from the fight,
From victory's drug his muscles twitch, alight
With life. And Love, her Holiness, has caught
My heart, ensnared with beauty every thought
Of him, his triumph, his sweet submissive might.
To my own still trembling heart I hold my prize:
A body lithe, a spirit blessed by Fate.
To him, his wisdom, beauty, grace, I sing,
Upon his youthful slender frame my eyes
Like warm hands linger, trace, and consummate
His quest for glory. O my child, my king.
Also, here's the adorable Brazilian song I've been listening to (and learning to sing and play on the uke)