Tonight's picture was taken on December 5th of 2002. Mattie was eight months old. I can still recall snapping this photo. I wanted that year to capture the "perfect" photo of Mattie, since this was his first Christmas with us. Nature was on my side, since we had a dusting of snow that morning. The snow inspired me. So I dressed Mattie up in his Santa outfit, threw a Christmassy blanket over his entertainment saucer, and literally we brought Mattie outside on our deck and started taking photos. The series of photos we captured was beyond charming. But this was the actual photo used on the front cover of our Christmas card in 2002!
Quote of the day: Man often becomes what he believes himself to be. If I keep on saying to myself that I cannot do a certain thing, it is possible that I may end by really becoming incapable of doing it. On the contrary, if I have the belief that I can do it, I shall surely acquire the capacity to do it even if I may not have it at the beginning. ~ Mahatma Gandhi
Tonight I am writing to you from Los Angeles. It has been a whirlwind. Peter got back from his business trip to Louisiana at 11:30pm on Wednesday, and then Peter got up and out and drove me to the airport today. My flight boarded at 7:15am. Peter's trip back home was eventful because his Delta flight was grounded in Louisiana due to mechanical failure. I thought I would not see Peter before I left for LA, but he found a way to get home by switching airlines.
How I got to the airport this morning is a feat in and of itself because I am tired. However, after I boarded the plane, the pilot let us know that our plane was having issues. NOT what to tell a person like myself who already doesn't like to fly. There was a water leak in the back of the plane. Fortunately it was resolved and our delay was only an hour. Yet the interior of the plane this morning was freezing! Normally I do not like when the passenger next to me crowds me in my seat and rubs arms with me. But interestingly enough today I welcomed the body heat from my seat mate.
Once I landed in LA, I found that both of my parents are sick with what looks like a flu and bronchitis. So I spent some time cooking chicken soup and other things that I know I appreciate when I am not feeling well. It was a grey, damp, and rainy day in Los Angeles, so being inside was the best alternative. In addition to soup, I also baked coconut macaroons. This was a first for me. I have heard so many people tell me how difficult they are to bake, but all I know is I was able to pull this off one, two, three. I credit the success to the recipe on the shredded coconut bag. I have seen other macaroon recipes that intuitively make no sense to me, so when I spotted this one in the grocery store today, I figured it was worth a try. I love eating cookies but when home alone, I am not as inspired to bake. Mattie was always our excuse to take on these sweet projects. Not because he liked sweets, he actually hated them, but he loved the cooking and concocting process. So in essence he brought life and energy to everything we did.
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