I’m on the road again. A milestone birthday with family, Nicolas turns ten this week; the two digits, the eternity of his being ten, if not quite, the memories, the memories in the making of the instant, the joy of being together, counting my blessings, there are too many.
Dylan kept trying to light his brother’s candles and failed over and over again, drowned by laughter. We sang in Spanish and in French and last in English so Nicolas got to blow his candles three times, and Dylan got to fail to light them many more, and try again, and the laughter engulfed us all.
We are staying at my sister’s house; my sister is not my sister but she is the only one, bursting with life and she makes me stronger. We are strong women in our own different ways, and family has nothing to do with our bond.
Her house in the plains of east Texas I make my canvas.