Fleeting

We're still loving D.C. but we have a distinct feeling of unrest right now - like if I had moving boxes I'd pack my sweaters and boots. I've got some gypsy in my blood. I'd feel unrest if the wind was blowing or the stars were out, or in this case, if it was a sunshiny Friday in June.

The first time we went to the Smithsonian art museum Lizzy lasted about 20 minutes and we had to go. We had started in the modern art building. Last month I finally went to the art gallery again, and there I found the impressionists. I can't even begin to say what Monet does for me. We got a Monet print for our wedding which has been on the wall wherever we lived. The original of that print is here in the Smithsonian. My print is like a snapshot of a sunset... hardly a shadow of the original. If I had spent every Saturday for the last year in the impressionist wing of the art gallery, I still would not be done.

So much in life is like that, I think. We were picking up toys last night and singing our clean up song, and Lizzy was "singing" with me and putting blocks in the box. I wish I could trap that moment forever, but no video camera could do it justice. Rather than rush for the camera, I continued to enjoy the moment, knowing it would be gone forever and I must make the most of it.