tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84255428499921037692011-07-31T01:07:07.250-07:00Chronicles the thoughts of her mother, father, and beloved stuffed animals.Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11223057183335273652noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425542849992103769.post-52038886899286081692009-06-17T17:29:00.000-07:002009-09-30T19:19:19.895-07:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425542849992103769-5203888689928608169?l=elliaeve.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871903642490841003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425542849992103769.post-28022627095583893982009-01-01T05:59:00.001-08:002009-01-01T07:12:04.902-08:00Effectively meaning, "Once upon a time..." or "A long time ago...". It certainly feels like a long time ago that our lives changed forever. Well, they change forever every day, but, I'm referring to time before new life, the winter before spring, the days before the baby, before knowledge of the baby, before thoughts of the baby. <br /><br />It was shortly after the old new year that we discovered Elizabeth was pregnant. In the time that's elapsed Ellia Eve, our first, was born, most of our friends have had their second, and, we've all slipped a little further from being able reference that <span style="font-style: italic;">time</span>. Maybe we could call it <span style="font-style: italic;">time zero</span> . In fact, for us, 6 months ago, mid-old-new-year, we knew what <span style="font-style: italic;">time zero</span> meant, could identify it in line-up and offer an avuncular laugh to who, where and what we were at <span style="font-style: italic;">time zero. </span>Lately, living in<span style="font-style: italic;"> time plus x</span>, somewhere down the rabbit hole or in the middle of <span style="font-style: italic;">Labrinth</span>, we've begun to question the location of <span style="font-style: italic;">time zero</span>.<br /><br />"Did we X for your birthday last year?"<br />"No?!? It was the year before that."<br />"No. Can't be. That was your birthday. Or, our anniversary?"<br />"No. You're thinking of our honeymoon."<br />"I have no idea any more."<br /><br />We have so many things to be thankful for this year; the birth of our daughter, learning who we are as people, no longer afraid of who we need to be. Our days have begun to move out of linear time and into the eternal present, the story-place, land of dreams where all fairy-tales take place...right where we are, right now.<br /><br />And, as time moves on to <span style="font-style: italic;">time plus x plus one </span>or <span style="font-style: italic;">time plus x plus 2</span> we'll even begin to question the existence of <span style="font-style: italic;">time zero.</span> Who were we before we were three? What could be the purpose or function of twoness, outside of its future relationship to three-ness or four-ness or more-ness? In the beginning...there were how many? If we three exist in now, inside of this moment entirely, perpetually moving and standing still, how will we measure plus one or minus one or anything other than where we are. Very quickly, without knowing it, everything will have become...<span style="font-style: italic;">a long long time ago</span>. This year, next year, and everyday inbetween we wish you a happy <span style="font-style: italic;">once upon a time.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8425542849992103769-2802262709558389398?l=elliaeve.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Benjaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11223057183335273652noreply@blogger.com0