My mom sent me this. She started her own medical practice. I’m so proud!! The wonder of doing what you want, any age.
I saw this photo today from three years ago and I missed it. My birthday, I think. Ordering a café Viennese from Café Calabria. California. North Park.
I will never take normal life for granted ever ever again.
As seen in San Diego, CA.
The frightening view of the sky in SF, 10:30 am.
She sent me these photos, and I found them enchanting. They made me feel she was being hugged, loved, even though I could not be there with her, on her special day. She sees birthdays like New Years. A celebration of new beginnings. I bless her with so much good.
Earlier this year I asked my dad what he thought of wonder and how he experienced it. “Every time I dive into the pool I experience wonder,” he said. Even though he’d done the act a million times, his body still felt curiosity and excitement during the initial dive.
My dad is a swift swimmer, ambitious chef, and the best father and now Pop Pop in the darn universe. I’m so grateful for him and hope he has a wonderful birthday full of many more new recipes and record breaking swim times.
Five PM: Phone call with one of my best writing friends, Jacqueline. There is wonder in hearing her voice, learning how she is, sharing common mishaps, new joys, and perseverance. Conversations with friends leave a wonder filled with joy; we do not do this life alone.
Eight PM: Baby boy is asleep. Nick shows me a new breathing/meditation technique — Wim Hof Method. Nick held his breath for over 2 minutes, I held mine for 1:45. It’s surprising to remember what the body is capable of in terms of breath. During the activity I pictured myself smiling while swimming underwater in an Olympic length pool.
Nine PM: I scroll on Facebook and see the last beagle baby of my (deceased) beagle Sasha’s puppies had passed. Her name is Lexi. A family friend picked her out of the litter about fourteen or fifteen years ago. I was a sophomore in high school. I remember being so happy to see the babies healthy and here. Lexi was sisters with Maddie, the puppy we chose from the litter, who passed in winter 2018. I look at Lexi’s face and remember my girl, Sasha, who passed in 2015, two months before my wedding. And Maddie. I was reminded of the wonder of my love for animals — here and gone.
Three wonders for a Monday.
Here’s Lexi. And her mom, Sasha, in 2012.