I’m Cole. It’s nice to meet you. I am a 40-something working-out-of-the-home Momma to three wild & dear little girls. These are the stories of our family’s life. Our ordinary days chronicled with stills and prose. It’s how I think about my days, my family, my life. As I’ve grown along, I have realized that my dreams don’t follow the beat of a typical storyline. I don’t dream of being the princess of childhood fairy tales where the story ends at happily ever after. In the presence of our family’s daily life, I have found life’s gift to be our ordinary afters.
My dear husband is Lovey. In our home, he bakes the bread and the pies, brews the beer, changes the oil, fixes the brakes, files the taxes, cuddles the babies, smokes the meat, plants and tends the tomato and pepper seedlings, finds the best bands, kills the bugs, feeds the small ones, washes the dishes and laundry, changes the diapers and pull-ups, upgrades the computer memory, loves us so very fiercely and quietly, pushes the swings, shops for the groceries, makes the pomegranate chicken and mead, holds the family Tickle Monster title & gloves, keeps me company and teaches philosophy. He is my sanity, my silliness, my best friend and my everyday hero. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather spend my days with.
Our eldest is Zuzu. This was her name in-utero. She is a lovely 10 year old. She is so certain she is already grown-up. Zuzu is a wildflower- she has more pure kindness, spirit, enthusiasm, glee, love, energy & wisdom then most people ten times her age. She broke us in right. She started our family with a burst of life, laughter, motion and spirit. In real life, she bears the name of the sweet little bell-shaped flowers that circle our first home, where our family grew. She is my mirror, my spirit, my energy, my daughter.
The Quail is no longer our baby. Just ask her. She is nicknamed for the precious lock of hair that bobbed along the top of her tiny head during her early morning chortles to us in that first year. She is an 8 year old girl in love with books and magic-clip dolls, dancing, Taylor Swift, Winx Club, Girl Scouts, soccer, playing cook and school & her actual school. She watches out for our hearts and wipes away our tears. She has learned the art of kind sistering from the best and is as devoted to our youngest as she is to our eldest. She makes a strong, observant, independent, curious and joyful presence in our home. In real life she is named for my mother and my husband. She is my firstborn’s very first best friend. She is the Buddha in our midst. The light in our family heart. The one who was meant to be. She is my voice, my drive, my conscience, my soul, my journey, my daughter.
And then came Sugarplum, Chrysthanthemum Picklebum. She came to us as soon as our hearts allowed. I remember looking into her scrunched-up newborn face and laughing, “Oh, it’s you isn’t it? What on earth were we so worried about?” This baby girl graced us with the beginning of our family’s ordinary after. Her calm presence among the wild rumpus of her sisters drew us in as we watched her spirit, curiosity and confidence bloom. Zuzu started her winding nickname the winter season that she was in-utero. We had spent our evenings, curled on the couch reading about the sugary things dancing in the heads of other children and feeling her sweet self kick, kick, kick in answer to our questioning prods. In real life, her name carries on the lineage she is a part of. She links us with the past and carries our family forward. She makes us whole- in name and spirit. She is my gift, my peace, my breath and instinct. She makes my blessing palpable, these ordinary days of ours. She is my dear sweet daughter.
Together, they are The Sistred.
As a whole, our family spends its days and makes our way in The House of Two Gables, nestled slightly south of the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains.