I am back, I am well-reseted, rejuvenated, and excited to get back to sharing photos and thoughts with you.
I must say, it was hard to not blog for a week. Because I LOVE IT!!! :) Man alive. There are so many things in each day that are amazing, and I love recording them here.
Apparently it was hard for you guys too, because I got a few emails saying things like: are you done being overwhelmed yet shannon?? and: i hope your day is going great and that you are RESTED because I miss your blog a LOT! (from my Grandma!)
So, here I am, alive and well, and to keep with the overarching theme of art in everyday life, I will tell you about today.
My roommates and I invited our downstairs
neighbors to a T Party at our place.
TMonday at Tnine o'clock.
The boys came looking absolutely perfect.
our brilliant neighbors brought a tambourine, a tiger striped hat, a trombone, ties, and they even talked in T-words all night.
and while celebrating his big win, ellen said-- hey I wonder how Jack Buchanan {her goldfish} is doing! I hope he's not dead. We looked into the fishbowl, and... he was. He WAS.Immediately, the T Party transitioned into a fueneral for the beloved Jack-- who had been el's pet for 4 years. The boys quickly ran downstairs to get thier instruments of mourning:
and Rachel helped dig a hole.the whole evening was both exciting and traumatic. i contemplated taking another week off to grieve, but I'll push through this time.
lets all let out a collective sigh.