{Wordful Wednesday} Black Snow Bunnies: My Babies and their Granddad On Christmas Vacation

There is absolutely nothing more peaceful to me than spending time with three of my favorite people in the world: My daughters and my dad. Where he lives,  there is peace. And around this time of year, a bit of snow, too—something my girls don't get to see much down here in Georgia. So, as you can imagine, it was no time before they were out rolling around, licking and throwing the white stuff—just as I was putting my new iPhone Hipstamatic app to good use. Here, some of our favorite moments in the snow. Enjoy!

Footprints in fresh snow

And it wouldn't be good, clean fun without some snow angels!

This child has been eating the white stuff since her first snow at eight months. We taught her early: Stay away from the yellow snow. 

All that chocolate in snow ought to be illegal!

My Mari, keeping her head to the sky

Did I mention that my father NEVER played in the snow when I was little? The man will do anything for his granddaughters—even take some cold ones to the dome. Ha!

My Mari took this shot. Made me look pretty.

My Daddy, with his handsome self.

How could you not find peace on such a beautiful piece of land?

 

My people.

Wordful Wednesday: Just Me and My Beautiful Girls

Just the other day, my friend and MyBrownBaby contributing writer Bassey Ikpi wrote a beautiful piece on her Bassey's World site, about her memories of September 11th, and how the tragedy of the day made her remember—made a lot of us remember—"to focus on the second chance given to maximize love and live it." Every last one of her words was poetic and authentic—all-at-once powerful and sweet and haunting. But it was the last paragraph that made me want to pull my babies close:

I love you. I don’t want tragedy to remind us of what was. I want tragedy to remind us that what could be already exists. LOVE like you mean it. Like you made it. Like you own it. When I love you, it’s forever. I refuse to allow the trivialities and pettiness of urban living to blind me from what is. If I’ve wronged you, I’m sorry. If I’ve neglected you, please, welcome me back. If it seems like I’ve turned my back, forgive me, I’m holding out my arms now. If I love you, believe it. If you need me, I’m here. I love you all. Be safe. Stay safe. Be strong. Stay strong. Hug someone. Kiss yourself.

Love someone

mean it. 

And so, in honor of staying true to what Bassey implored each of us to do, I hugged my babies, kissed their face, and told them that I loved them since forever. And that I mean it. And today, I just felt like showing you all what that love looks like—me and my beautiful girls.

Now do like Bassey says. Love someone. And mean it.