I knew I recognized that beautiful art! When my boys were born, my brother and his family gave me two copies of "The First 1000 Days: A Baby Journal" by Nikki McClure. Even when I was terribly tired, I'd make myself jot down some little tidbit about each of the boys at month-markers or other milestones. I'm so grateful for these books, since I was sleeping so little in those days I have no memory of many things!
For me, I learned the saying in Spanish many years ago while working in Honduras: "Ayer se murio, y manana es mentira" (Yesterday is dead and tomorrow is a lie).
Why is everything so much more poetic in Spanish? My mother in law says such things and when my husband translates for me it is pure poetic. Holding this one close . Thank you
Yes, the English translation is so clunky! Spanish (and all the romantic languages) make everything sound, well, romantic. ;-)
On a related note, I went to high school in Mexico City and once heard a mechanic cursing in Spanish, a profane diatribe that went on for several minutes and is/was one of the most beautiful, poetic "speeches" I've ever heard. After all, I still remember it 40 years later!
I knew I recognized that beautiful art! When my boys were born, my brother and his family gave me two copies of "The First 1000 Days: A Baby Journal" by Nikki McClure. Even when I was terribly tired, I'd make myself jot down some little tidbit about each of the boys at month-markers or other milestones. I'm so grateful for these books, since I was sleeping so little in those days I have no memory of many things!
SHe is a NW artist! I love this book so much
For me, I learned the saying in Spanish many years ago while working in Honduras: "Ayer se murio, y manana es mentira" (Yesterday is dead and tomorrow is a lie).
Why is everything so much more poetic in Spanish? My mother in law says such things and when my husband translates for me it is pure poetic. Holding this one close . Thank you
Yes, the English translation is so clunky! Spanish (and all the romantic languages) make everything sound, well, romantic. ;-)
On a related note, I went to high school in Mexico City and once heard a mechanic cursing in Spanish, a profane diatribe that went on for several minutes and is/was one of the most beautiful, poetic "speeches" I've ever heard. After all, I still remember it 40 years later!
Wisdom that we often forget...