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Penny Is ONE!

Last year i gave birth to this little one.  Penelope Rose.  And i can't really believe that a year has past so quickly.   I love her, i love every little thing about her.  I love that in her eyes is understanding, that she has the same facial expressions as her papa, that she puts her head on my chest and we feel each other's heart beat,  i love that wide open grin of hers,  her fierce independence and natural disposition to explore things on her own.  I love her curls and i especially love her bedhead mad scientist look in the morning and after naps,  i love how her head fits on my shoulder,  and i love her playful spirit.

We nursed by the moonlight and took our first steps in this year.  And we made it through, together.

...and in keeping up with our tradition here is her Year 1 video. 

For inquiring minds- her dress is Llum bought on offer at GILT and the song is "Little Miss Sunshine" by Reaktor Productions

Ali Lanengapersonal
Cool Air, Warm Hearts

I've never been quick witted with my thoughts, things take time to mull over in my head - i often catch myself processing what's happening around me in frames and replaying the frames as i try to figure out what was happening, as the moments have long since gone.  I used to think i needed to fill that gap between, but that's simply not my strength.  That delay adds texture and details others discard.

If my eyes could speak, they'd speak in frames.  In full compositions that lasted 1\250th of a second.  They'd tell you about emotions expressed mostly in black and white.  About love that is as straight forward as it is monochromatic.  They'd tell stories of solidarity, of cool air and warm hearts.

Ali Lanengapersonal
like yesterday

like yesterday, i welcomed you into this world, tiny knees curled to chin from a world wrapped in darkness.  you emerged bringing with you so much joy.  my heart felt the fullest the first time i held your wet slippery body.  so full.  so complete.  i'll forever remember that moment when from a family of three we became four.  i remember your eyes, blind and searching closing softly on my chest.  our heartbeats slowing to the same rhythm.  and your fists wrapped tight, my hand covering yours.  i believe that when the history of the world is written this moment, with its hum of lullaby, will be recorded.  a few ticks after 7pm on a drizzly thursday evening, you are one for the books.

 penny rose i didn't know my heart had a void until you filled it.  i'm so glad you're mine.

Ali Lanengapersonal, penny