Dear Will,
As you will tell us yourself, you are two now. Two. I always thought the first birthday was a parent’s major milestone but to me it seems like two is even more special.
We got back to Delhi a week ago. I was so happy to be back I immediately cleaned out two closets, restocked the pantry, and then rearranged the living room furniture while Chris was at work last Sunday afternoon.
(Always a great way to greet your spouse after a full day of work on the weekend-48 hours after landing back in the country. “Hey honey! Would you mind helping me move this bookcase!”)
Let it be said that I’ve always preferred taking pictures of people and city streets over sweeping landscapes. In fact, I’m quite terrible at that sort of thing, preferring instead to leave my camera in the car and remember the most scenic vistas of a trip through the pages of a National Geographic.
Another trip to Iceland though might change my mind. We spent just three days in Reykjavik and I wish I had the ability to take pictures of the places we saw as beautifully as they look now in my mind’s eye.
We’ve been in America for about 3 weeks now, long enough to amass a lot of Will photos and more than a few memories. Consider this post a temporary return to baby blog days of yore.
It’s been nearly 10 years since I left the place I still often refer to as “home” when far away.
Separated from this strange corner of Wisconsin by several continents and an ocean, it’s easy to pine for the cool summer breezes and beautiful fall colors of this place. People say to write what you know. Northern Wisconsin has always seemed like a far surer bet than trying to write about China or India or anywhere else I’ve visited around the globe.