Awakening. Asparagus. Strawberries. Sun. Breeze. Melancholy. Days roll past, fast. Maybe I should write a haiku. Remembering how lucky we are, because we have each other we are never alone. Reminding my children how much I love them and what joy they bring to my life. Smiling. It’s crucial to smile to them. They thrive. Ice cream. Savoring every moment. Trying the best I can, with a little help. Forgiving myself. Forgiving myself. Forgiving. Trying to grasp the elusive sense of life in every detail, in every hug. Letting the thoughts bounce and flow. Going to bed now.
Let me tell you first of all of my love for quinoa: well, let David tell you:
Anyway, I cooked this chicken the other day, with some grilling rub I found in my overpopulated spice cupboard, charred zucchini and carrots and quinoa with parsley and lime. And Damiano and Santiago had it, too.
Damiano wasn’t sure about the quinoa and I started eating it off his plate and like magic, he told me to stop eating HIS quinoa and he ate it all. Santiago, well.. I’m not sure if he ate anything at all, he just made a big mess.