constellations

As you guys know I obsess over one song and play it over and over and over. Patrick has jumped on this bandwagon with me and we are both totally crazy over this Jack Johnson, Constellations, song. It is currently playing on repeat on our computer and we have danced to it about 5 times. It makes me feel both romantic for sweet Patrick and nostalgic for childhood...which seems like a weird combination.
Click below for the song:
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Awesome song, here are the lyrics:
The light was leaving in the west it was blue
The children's laughter sang
skipping just like the stones they threw
Their voices echoed across the waves its getting late
It was just another night
with a sunset and a moonrise
not so far behind
to give us just enough light
to lay down underneath the stars
we listened to papa's translations
of the stories across the sky
we drew our own constellations
The west winds often last too long
but when they calm down nothing ever feels the same
Sheltered under the Kamani tree
waiting for the passing rainclouds
keep moving to uncover the sea
of stars above us chasing the day away
to find the stories that we sometimes need
Listen close enough and all else fades fades away
It was just another night with a sunset
and a moon rise not so far behind
to give us just enough light to lay down underneath
the stars listen to all the translations of the stories across the sky
we drew our own constellations

I want to raise Piper with such an exotic childhood that she looks back and says "Ah yes, the Kamani tree, such a great tree to grow up next to." But then again I grew up with great Live Oaks and have wonderful memories of them so I think it is all relative.

We went out for Patrick's 32nd tonight. Great night. We had our adorable Emily, the babysitter, come by and took over with Pip for a few hours. We hit a new restaurant in the Avondale 'hood and had great drinks, fantastic appetizers of Thai Spicy Mussels, Sweet Potato Chips with Sherry and Bacon Dressing and House Made Tator Tots with Black Truffle Oil. Fantastic, awesome, gorgeous food.

As I walked Emily home tonight, to her home on the other side of the park (could it be more convenient?), I took my time and tried to be present in the moment. It was cool and dark and the lights from the basketball courts was setting a really ethereal glow over our backyard park. It was completely quiet and I just listened to the sound of my feet in the grass, and gazed at the tree tops in the moon light and it was such a gorgeous, peaceful moment in our little beloved park. A little slice of real nature right in the back of our urban home. I feel so grateful to live in our home. We really could never imagine finding a house that tops this one - a 20+ acre park as our backyard???

I've been trying to make an effort to notice, and be thankful for, the little things in my life and it is really lifting my spirit.