Day Three Hundred Forty Six, January 3, 2012

home at last

After a 13 hour flight, and 2 airports, home is the absolute best place to be. The familiar rooms, the sense of belonging, and most importantly your own bed and shower. I was talking to a friend recently who said home is where your ‘stuff’ is , and somehow there is a lot of truth in that. We nest like birds and eventually the the twigs we collect along the way become our comfort, our security, and our home.

photo: a leftover Christmas decoration on the window looking out at the skyline of Shanghai

Day One Hunderd Six, May 8, 2011

sugar glazed

She put her alarm on for 12 midnight to wake up and start cooking my mother’s day breakfast which I luckily caught and turned off not to wake her. She went in the early morning to pick flowers that she then filled a bowl with, placed on a tray that she decorated with leaves, coffee and a pancake and brought to me with a morning kiss. Later I received this heart that she inscribed with sugar glaze. Yes, it was a very good and special day and mostly because of her, a very good day to be a mom.

Happy Mother’s day to all the lovely mothers of this world!

Day Twenty, February 11, 2011

a multi culti Valentines!

English, German, Chinese  valentines cards delivered to us from our daughter and received by us in Arabic… this is life as an expat in a city like Shanghai!

We realized that as a mixed nationality family , we sound like the tower of Babel at our dinner table: I speak with my daughter only English, her father speaks to her only  German, my husband and I speak together only Arabic and we all speak to the baby sitter Chinese!

Yet somehow, no one is ever confused 🙂 Happy early Valentines!!