I Love You the Bluest

As I was emptying Quinn\’s backpack on Friday, I pulled out a piece of paper.  Quinn quickly grabbed it from me and ran off.
Forward to Sunday morning and Quinn went looking for that piece of paper that he said he hid under the couch cushion.  It was no where to be found.
Forward to Sunday night I was up alone around 10 pm and Quinn came downstairs with tears in his eyes.  He said that even though he couldn\’t find the poem he wrote, he remembered what it said.  So he cuddled on my lap and recited this poem.  
I Love You the Bluest
by Quinn White

I love you the color of the Fiji waters,
I love you the color of the wall of my classroom,
I love you the color of the sky in a starry night,
I love you the bluest!

This morning I asked him to write it down for me so that we wouldn\’t forget it.  This kid is everything.

Anniversary & Mother\’s Day Weekend!

Saturday was our 17th Wedding Anniversary!
We were commenting that during our marriage, Quinn has been with us longer than we were without him.  9 with, 8 without.  17 great years!
All gussied up ready to go to dinner…picture courtesy of Quinn. 

The chef insisted on treating us with another giant piece of chocolate cake.  Can\’t say no to free stuff.

On Sunday we visited a special exhibition at The Annenberg Space for Photography.  A perfect place for this photography loving mom.  I had read about it before but this was our first, but not last, visit.

The current exhibit was about greed.  It was quite a juxtaposition seeing all the well-to-do people take in the exhibit and then encouraged to go to the gift shop to get your parking ticket stamped.  

The striving for more and bigger will never, ever lead you to the right place.  

 The gift shop was an amateur photographers dream.   Don asked me what caught my eye and I said everything!  But settled with these two things, a journal (I love my paper) and a Fuji Instant Camera.