It’s an Award!
Today we were honored to receive the Uncommon Childhood Award, an honor given to families who are raising their children in uncommon ways.
This is the message we recieved:

Congratulations! You’ve been nominated for Uncommon Childhood’s “Families Doing Fabulous Things” Award! This award is given out to select families who are living unusually fabulous or “Uncommon” lives with their children.
There’s absolutely no doubt, Miro is receiving an uncommon childhood, but it’s always spectacular when someone takes notice! Thank you Uncommon Childhood for the honor! See more on their site here.

We have so much gratitude for our Supporters! So much so, Miro drew these amazing monsters for them. We call them the Gratitude Monsters! Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!
Thank you Mary Savage!

Thank you Clara Berta!

Thank you Molly & Natalia

Thank you Lisa Marie Ikonomov

Thank you Laurel Paley!

Thank you Bruce Patrick!

Thank you Ashley Hansen!

Thank you Grandpa!

Thank you Scott Van Pelt!

Thank you Ivan Amador!

Thank you Sashya Amee!

Thank you Heather on Her Travels!
(now you’ve got a gratitude monster to keep you company.

Thank you Bradford Akerman!

Thank you Tuan Vutran!

Thank you Terence O’Dowd

Thank you Sonia …

Friendships, Love and Goodbyes on the Road of Life
Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.
~Henry David Thoreau
As a traveler, it’s hard to ignore we experience friendships a little differently on the road. Our connections tend to be much quicker, and much more intense. Last year, we had a “proper going away picnic before we left with our friends in Los Angeles. Around 40 friends from work, LA social scene, jungle [8] colleagues, close friends, …

I fell in love.
Rather I felt love for another human being without needing anything, without expectations, without a story. I felt love in an instant, for an instant and it was pure, exceptional love that is easily accessible but apparently I don’t access all that often. But it was there, on the surface, open and joyful.

Early evening a couple of days ago, Miro and I were walking down one of the smaller streets on our way to center town. We were looking at the facades of building, looking in through the open doors into the lives of it’s inhabitants. People sitting on hammocks in their living rooms, watching TVs and living their lives. We come upon a small gated porch as the front entrance to one of the house. It was no more than 2 feet deep and no wider than 6 feet. In the center of the porch was an alter with burning candles, personal trinkets and old photographs of an woman in varying stages of her life. Miro and I stopped to look at the alter. I told him this must be an honoring for a person who must have recently died. Then from the dark corner of the patio, a man stood up and grabbed my hand with immediacy, with his frail wrinkled hand. He was a small dark man, close to 90, with deep lines on his face.

I knew everything we do would lead to this. I knew then, an incredible change was in front of us and a life changing adventure just on the horizon.

Mother’s day is always one of my favorite days, even before I became a mother myself. In my early 20′s I worked in restaurants, which was always the busiest day so my mom and I always celebrated mother’s day on a different day, which made it kinda special.