Beautifully sculpted Italian marble, and what a talent it is to sculpt. I admire those who can sculpt. This is an estate near my home where you can walk the gardens and tour the home.
It was a gloriously sunny morning and while walking through my young daughter said to me, "Mommy is your heart in your tummy?"
"No. It's in your chest. Why? Do you think it is in your tummy?"
"Yup. Mine is."
"What does it feel like?" I inquire, thinking perhaps she feels unwell.
"It's full of blue flowers for you, Mum." (I'm not sure either, but I loved hearing it.)
So as we meandered out of there and back to the car, I thought how lucky I was to have the everyday hidden gifts, much like the handmade rock paperweight and picture frame I was given yesterday for Mother's Day. The everyday gifts of insights, and how my little daughter sees me. How I make her feel. It's worth it's weight in gold.
On another note... :)
I really want this girls wardrobe. My favourite movie (for score and CLOTHES!) but also because it was full of rich chemistry between Ali and Ryan. I still covet that girls wardrobe. Sigh.
Enjoy your week, and wishing you warm sun, hot double stuffed baked potatoes and a good old movie. Rent Love Story and grab a box of tissues. xo
Oh my! A love story indeed. It always makes my own heart constrict when I hear those things that children say to describe love. I wonder how my own daughter will express it?
Love that photo, btw- the very blue shadow and very warm light. A study in precisely complimentary colors.
Posted by: Maia | May 11, 2009 at 10:55 PM
it was so good to see you over at 'my house'! i did notice in my typepad newsletter yesterday you were the typepad honoree but i didn't know it was for the happiness making of others! what a perfect award for someone who oozes sweet happiness for all of us to taste, touch, smell and feel.
girl your photography is awesome!! i love the banner in blue too :)
Posted by: Robin Laws | May 11, 2009 at 11:24 PM
Oh Gillian! That is such a sweet story. And I know how she feels... I actually had my heart is my stomach as I saw your new banner. Sigh. Sorry I haven't been around much! You deserve all the blue flowers, my dear. You are an angel! xo
Posted by: GypsyGirl | May 11, 2009 at 11:31 PM
first, your banner photograph is so bluely-good :) i can watch it for hours or for some minutes al least, because of my attention deficit disorder ;)
and it was first only because it came up first
second, really loved your cute little love story. being with children is a daily dose of discovering life again and again. and again.
third, i love the movie, but somehow haven't been able to read the book. and there is quite a story related to the time when i watched this movie. maybe i'll write a blogpost about it soon!
and fourth, am still not on your blog roll :)
Posted by: adee | May 12, 2009 at 05:55 AM
she was so gorgeous in that movie.
Posted by: soeurs du jour | May 12, 2009 at 08:11 AM
Adee :-)
Thanks!
Yes, true!
Yes, do!
Okay! I hadn't realized, I have you on my computers bookmarks.
:-)
Posted by: Gillian daSilva | May 12, 2009 at 08:14 AM
The fountain is beautiful!
Your daughter has such a wonderful way with words. A poet in the making.
Happy belated Mother's Day!
Posted by: Butch | May 12, 2009 at 12:11 PM
As much as I played the song on the piano (years ago), I'd never seen the movie. I should probably rent it...if only to peek at Ali's wardrobe. :)
Btw, your daughter sounds like a charming and precocious little girl. I'd love her! :)
I'm glad you had a happy Mother's Day! Only the best for my Canadian Cubanita friend! :)
Posted by: Scarlet | May 12, 2009 at 12:37 PM
Oh those words from your little girl made me melt. I can only imagine how it made you feel. As to Ali, those clothes are totally you.
Posted by: Yoli | May 12, 2009 at 02:21 PM
Blue flowers indeed. What a sweetheart (your daughter and her mother). xoxox
Posted by: Tara Bradford | May 12, 2009 at 04:33 PM
Sweet story. Your daughter melts my heart.
Posted by: Se'Lah | May 13, 2009 at 10:57 AM
it is my favourite movie ... my friend ruben and i get together periodically to watch and cry and yes, the clothes are swoonworthy :-)
Posted by: darlene | May 13, 2009 at 11:14 AM
*It's full of blue flowers for you, Mum.*
That is one of the sweetest most adorable things I have ever heard!
xo
Posted by: rhayne | May 14, 2009 at 11:51 AM
Sloane has a Nana. Not her grandmother, but her caregiver when she was small. Nana hasn't kept her each day for years now, but she is still Nana to us. Still a part of our hearts. When Sloane was little she could eat butter by the spoonful. In fact, I found her more than once scooping out fingersful of butter and popping them into her mouth. Once, when she was three, she put both hands on Nana's cheeks, looked deep into her eyes, and said, "Oh Nana. I love you more than butter."
Posted by: Relyn | May 23, 2009 at 10:06 PM