So I'm doing a lot of summer reading and I'm noticing several authors describing the most beautiful thing they've ever seen. Some of these "things" are actually places (like a beach) and some are people (like a certain vampire). All this makes me contemplative about the most beautiful things I've ever seen and how I can use them in my writing.
Of course, the first look at my four babies was beautiful (even though they were probably only beautiful to Husband and me at the that point). And the most beautiful things I've ever heard: It's a girl! It's a girl! It's girl! It's boy!
But there's one very awesome moment a few years back that is right up there vying for most beautiful: My big brother came home after his second stint in Iraq. Husband and the kids and I drove down to Pueblo for his welcoming home. It was a Sunday, so we stopped for Mass before going to the party at my mom's. To my surprise, my brother was in the church, about 10 pews ahead of me, when we walked in a couple minutes late. I spotted the back of his bald head and almost died, it was so beautiful. All through Mass I could see the back of that head. It was kind of too-big, square and flat, and it had a couple scars. But that head was the most beautiful thing in the world.
If you're so inclined, please share your most beautiful "things" here.
Friday, June 19, 2009
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Ah, the unexpected encounter, knowing you'll greet each other soon, but not in that first moment, having to wait. What a beautiful description of loving your family.
My kids and my wife, all of us on vacation and having fun together.
I remember sitting on a couch many years ago while listening to music in an altered state of mind and seeing the most beautiful things dancing in my mind.
I love moments with nature alone, with no responsibilities of the kids. I can find beauty just about in anything when I'm in this situation.
Coming home up the 101 highway between Ventura and Carpinteria. It's a huge stretch of ocean and mountain and it always makes me happy.
Awww, you brought tears to my eyes when you were talking about your brother!
Mine are my kids. (same as most...but really nothing tops them) And I tell them they are the most beautiful kids in the world, and they say the same things as yours. "You have to say that. You're my mom." Then I say, "But you are. I can honestly say you are."
and it goes back and forth like that!
Moms are like that, aren't we!
This is guy of me, but when I was a kid my dad occasionally took me to the old Tiger Stadium (it's being torn down soon) and there was nothing finer than that first glimpse of the outfield grass.
ALL: I love these comments and completely understand the beauty you see in your subjects! Thanks for sharing.
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