Here he is. He just turned six and could not be better at loving, and being loved. Thank you, Lenny Gonzalez, for these photographs that melt my heart.
If ever pure, sweet love was somehow manifested in the form of a boy, this is that boy.
Love shoots off of this boy like beams of light. Anyone that spends time with him can feel it. It is a gift.
Seriously. Those eyes.
Happy fifth birthday to my incredibly special boy. Thank you for blessing us with your love.
Here are the ones I’ll be squeezing tomorrow (and everyday). Love!
to Stephanie and Eric. Thank you both for the gift of such a tender, moving, heartfelt wedding celebration.
I got to bring these home after Saturday’s beautiful wedding at the Olympic Club Lakeside in San Francisco. They still look great, and they made a certain 9-year-old very happy!
This is my neighbor Phyllis.
This portrait was taken on her 93rd birthday.
She used to teach physical education and yoga, waaaaay before anyone in the US knew what yoga was. She’s a world traveler. She swims every morning at 6 am and loves it when I bring her home-baked sweets. She grows wonderful camellias in her backyard.
She’s an excellent neighbor, and I hope to be like her when I grow up.
I mentioned the little salon party I attended in honor of my bride-to-be friend, Stephanie. It was at Pinkie’s in Potrero Hill, and it was so nice because they have two buildings, and we got to have one all to ourselves. Highly recommended!
We managed to thoroughly surprise Steph (thanks to all of Kirsten’s careful planning) and then we settled in for champagne, macaroons, and mani-pedis.
Can you guess which color the 7-year-old guest selected?
Hint: upper right!
I love my friends.
And I love that Steph’s upcoming wedding is giving us all an excuse to have these lovely, celebratory moments with one another.
I’m looking forward to many more!
Being self-employed, my husband and I end up working on most of the federal holidays. But we decided to actually observe MLK day and do something fun with our kiddos. I’ve been craving Ocean Beach, so we hit the city. It was one of those amazing San Francisco days – super thick, cool fog burning off by around 11 am to brilliant blue skies and sun – except, as we discovered, for the last 6 blocks as you near the ocean. We drove right into a wall of fog, and it was pea soup on the beach – so dense that we couldn’t even see the ocean as we walked up onto the sand.
We could hear it, so we knew it was there, although even the sound seemed muffled by the heavy mist that hung in the air.
It was beautiful, mystical, and a little eerie. Couldn’t have asked for anything better.
Over the summer, we had an amazing trip to Chincoteague Island in Virginia. Horse lovers will know that wild ponies live on neighboring Assateague Island, and that this is the setting for Marguerite Henry’s beloved “Misty of Chincoteague” series of children’s books. My girl is horse crazy, and her joy was complete. Of course, horses (and girls that love them) make fantastic photo subjects, so I was pretty happy, too.
A slice of heaven right here for my girl:
His name was “Mr. Sinatra”:
The only girl cousins:
Cousin Rachel is a gymnast:
My daughter flies.