A friend asked me, “if 30 is dirty, what is 40?” my answer, “fucking fabulous 40!”
I’m hoping that’s true.
We spend a lot of time beachside …
He seems to also find his solace and center when his toes are in the sand
Moving with the tides, that’s my take-away lesson for this year
He’s becoming a dude in front of my eyes
Ripples. Everywhere. Even in the skies
And more. Ripple away, Mother Nature
I’m into stripes right now. And keeping my hands busy while waiting at ukulele. And I can’t find my bloody E hook! Anyone have any idea where the hell I put it?
Blue and green. Always
Those lashes – that nose – this boy
Libraries are such an awesome place, just in case you didn’t know
Keeping it real. Books and tv. And pillows (useless, according to my wife) and blankets. I think messes mean that you truly live in your space. Or at least that’s my justification.
Yes – soccer practices are really, really pretty
I spent my birthday morning on the beach watching some remarkable women of all ages headed out for a morning surf. Seriously, women astound me
Taking a moment in gratitude because I’ve been stuck in frustration for too long
Our skies are prettier than yours. Um – that’s not nice of me. But, you know … sometimes 40 yo’s are childish
Skyporn – again
I didn’t yell at the other coach this week. But my ever-beating heart did skip a beat when I really looked at our boy and realized how comfy this boy is in this space
My wife brought me flowers ❤ ❤ ❤
And I bought myself flowers