February is gone, a soon to be forgotten month... 11 more will pass until
the next one comes clean and fresh as if a February never came before.
St. Valentines and scarves- waiting for March.
I have pictures I never went through, hundreds of pictures of baby without end, and when I go through them I see her growing all over again, and that hurts. So I find just a few and save the rest for later.
Here are a few pictures of Ada to share with you-- just some,
here is one snapshot of the luckiest father on earth, who is cryptozoological, in more ways than one:
non sequiter, elusive, hirsute, and the luckiest dad ever (yes, ever).
Among the hundreds of images that make me feel the merciless passage of time, there are:
Pictures of Ada hugging books...
And pictures of her having a rad hair day while shopping for blueberries and rice puffs...
Shots of new things...
And shots of new old things...
And Leap Day celebrations.
And pictures that make me see her 9 months going on 21.
Thanks for being good February. You're usually so cold, and your name trips everyone up.
Februum For Februa, with your purifications, offerings, and such, all those vicious old rituals which never really appeal to me. In so much of the world you're the most interesting month of the year, people wait for you, carnivals, and feasts within your days. Around here we normally just wait for you to end, so we can put the coats away. Although I do prefer the 21st Century Rome to the one of your naming, less bloody sacrifice, and more good coffee, I have to admit, that this year with so many great things: leaps of joy, 60 degree days, long weekends with great people, you really came through for us all.
Until next we meet.
You're on your way to becoming the new March.
