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Reunited And It Feels So Good.

After two nights apart, we reunited with Scarlet at Tanglewood Music Festival today. Sounds like something right out of a movie, right? It was a bit out of a fairy tale against the lush green mountains and the perfect warm weather and cool breeze combo. I kept saying, “I feel like I’m in Ashland, Oregon!” Or “I feel like I’m in Sonoma, CA!” Lenox, MA reminded me of everywhere awesome I’ve ever been. Totally Oregon and wine country, I also felt a Woodstock, VT and Bethel, ME presence.

The road we live on actually takes us straight to the Berkshires on winding country roads. Except for a rainy, gray trip to the Lee Premium Outlets two years ago, I’d never actually been to the Berkshires. It’s been a minor bucket list item for as long as I can remember. I just have this magical image in my mind of what it’s like there – and it reminds me of everything good I’ve ever known in New England. It makes me think of co-ops and apple trees and my grandparents and tiny downtown cafes and lakes and moose. Oh, and Christmas lights and sprawling resorts. I base all of these random thoughts on nothing since I’d never been to the Berkshires and I never really knew anything about the Berkshires, except about Tanglewood Music Festival.

It was one those days in which you feel that all is all right with the world. It started with my cousin’s Facebook status about how her husband let a car go in front of him at a toll and the car he let in wound up paying his toll for him.

Kinda gives you chills, right?

Then there’s Tanglewood itself with its rainbow of umbrellas and children playing happily with one another and overpriced but tasty ice cream and Des sleeping through music that sounds straight from heaven. And it occurred to me that there’s still a month of summer and that since I don’t have to go back to school, my summer doesn’t end in late August/early September.

My summer ends in late September.

Then sometime this fall, I won’t have a newborn anymore. And I’m rather ecstatic about that because I do prefer neck strength and belly laughs to frequent eating, frequent sleeping and frequent whininess. Des is still a mystery I’m trying to master. I don’t know if I’ll ever fully figure him out, but I’m having a hell of a ride trying. He is endlessly fascinating – smiling and cooing and trying to laugh for five minutes straight, and then without warning, whining in such a high, pitch-perfect soprano voice, that I’m certain he’ll be a singer someday. As it was with Scarlet, having a baby around is the ultimate opportunity to practice my craft. So I’ve been taking photography a bit more seriously this time around by actually setting up different scenarios and snapping away. I had an enjoyable session the other day, and it perfectly tells the story of my kids:

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(Scarlet, totally candid, looking with love at her brother)

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(Des, covered in purple flowers, courtesy of Scarlet)

Then we have Scarlet just being Scarlet:

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And we have Des, totally coming into his own. So very, very much:

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Then, like I said, without warning. The flip of a coin. Major mood swings:

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It was pretty splendor in the grass-like today. Beautiful kids on a beautiful day with beautiful people. I’d call it the perfect summer day, but so many things make up a perfect summer day and the various components (beach, mountains, lobster dinner, ice cream, lake, whatever) are all interchangeable. A true perfect summer day just needs a good time with good food and good people – a day so full that your face hurts from laughing so much and you go to bed with a tired grin on your face.

And that’s where I’ll be tonight, until I’m woken up by Des, of course. Who, by the way, is rubbing the hair off of the sides of his head so expect cute mohawk (or is it faux-hawk?) pictures soon.

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