...to be continued...
Tuesday, March 23, 2021
Becoming Minimalist
Friday, March 19, 2021
Moving Mountains
Pictured: the ladies proudly showing off rocks we painted together, one says "Faith moves mountains"
Wednesday, March 17, 2021
It Was A Lovely Affair
In a nutshell, to get this out of the way, since I last wrote, the boy got married, daughter #1 got married and daughter #2 moved out and has lived everywhere in the world, including the Middle East, except here. Oh, and hubby and I got married again (yup, he's married me four times), this time at the foot hills of the Italian Alps in a private ceremony where I cried the entire time. I think I scared the Officiant because I was ugly crying. He had a look of concern on his face that I naturally wanted to comfort, but every time I tried to speak wailing came out of my mouth. It was a lovely affair.
If you read any of my writings before you know I like to keep it real, you know I like to find humor in everything, you know I love Jesus, my kids, volunteering, my pets, food, and analogies. If you didn't know it, you know it now. I can't write everything all at once, though I want to, but I can't so I'll tell one story at a time. This is my first story. It happened exactly 7 years and 2 days ago...
...I once read a blog about a woman who longed for her kids to be close again. She said, "If I knew that the last time I washed my daughter's hair was going to be the last time I washed my daughter's hair, I would not have rushed through it." By the time I read that it was years since my girls let me french-braid their hair. I was like, "I hear ya, sista." I would have to literally bite my tongue not to ask my girls if I could braid their hair. When biting my tongue failed I would spill the words out of my mouth in one fast beat, "CanIbraidyourhairpleasepleasepleaseplease?" "Nope." Always, nope. But then, 7 years and 2 days ago, the unimaginable happened, daughter #1 said, "Mom, will you braid my hair?" It took me a nano second to grab a brush and start. I remember the date exactly because it was the day she got married. Best day ever, not just the braiding her hair part (though definitely a highlight), the wedding was a lovely affair, I did ugly cry, she married her best friend and lover, my brother and his wife surprised us with their attendance (he flew in from out of state without telling me), it was in the woods at a place that holds special memories for me because we did homeschooling camps there. It was a messy braid, I had one shot to do it, I hadn't done a french-braid in years, but it was just what she wanted. A braid across the front, hair left long across her shoulders, done, but not fussed over, "Mom, it's fine", she said with a smile. I put her pearls around her neck, let her hair fall where it may, stroked it one last time; watched her get married, move away and go on to accomplish her dream of helping children with trauma. She's still happily married to the love of her life, and every time I see her I say, "CanIbraidyourhairpleasepleasepleaseplease?" Still nope, but because of the pandemic I was able to cut her long hair about 5 months ago (I can give you the exact date but that really does make me sound creepy and pathetic) I brushed it a little longer than necessary, inhaled deeply, was told to stop being weird, and even though I bit my tongue I asked, "CanIbraidyourhairpleasepleasepleaseplease?" No, she had to get going...
...my summary is that I have no real regrets. I lived in the moment, I enjoyed mothering, I enjoyed empty nesting, I enjoyed traveling in spite of my travel anxieties, I lingered on the things that I loved, I mentally documented all the joys, it's been a lovely affair...
...to be continued...(sorry for all the ... but that's how my brain is working today ... )
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Sweet Season
And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up. Galatians 6:9
Friday, June 28, 2013
Plant It and It Will Grow
If anyone has ever planted zucchini in New Jersey they know that if you plant it, it will grow. By mid-summer most folks are actually tired of zucchini – by then they have sautéed it, grilled it, fried it, baked it, stuffed it and some go as far as dumping boxes of it in unlocked cars! A few plants yield an overwhelming harvest. All one must do is sow it. It seems God has taken care of the rest. God supplied those little zucchini seeds with everything they need to produce a great harvest. But what if no one took the time to plant the seeds? What if we are all too busy to scratch the earth and sow the seed? What if we become so complacent we don’t take time to work the field? What then?
their righteousness endures forever.”
and righteousness looks down from heaven.
The Lord will indeed give what is good,
and our land will yield its harvest.
Saturday, December 22, 2012
A Very Messy, I Mean, Merry Christmas
Shoes in the front hall, lights left on, heating vents blocked by luggage, dirty dishes in the sink, tooth paste in the bathroom sink, water rings on the table, shampoo bottles empty, tissue boxes on the floor, toilet paper roll empty, recently stocked cabinets void of snacks, milk carton down to 1/2 an ounce, orange juice gone, leaves and twigs tracked onto carpet, beds unmade, shades uneven, television left on, empty soda cans on end tables, remotes lost, crumbs on the couches, phone and computer chargers in every available outlet, wet towels on the floor, clothes strewn and Christmas cookies EVERY WHERE . . . yep, the kids are back in town! Only, they are not kids anymore. In a flurry of activities and conversations and laughter, no one seems to mind the mess. In a flash, the time will pass, the house will be cleaned and what remains will be the quiet and orderly home of a man and his wife with happy memories of a holiday season well spent. May your days be filled laughter, good food, good company and good conversations. Merry Christmas to all! God bless you.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Hi! High Point!
Monday, October 22, 2012
The Last Harvest
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Groovy Kids
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Certified
Sunday, September 16, 2012
I want to hold your hand
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
The Bridge - Part III
Sunday, September 2, 2012
The Bridge - Part II
Friday, August 17, 2012
The Bridge
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Remember Hawaii?
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Graduation Party Poem (I use the word poem lightly)
Saturday, June 2, 2012
El Niño / Hombre
The boy is failing Spanish I (really? Spanish I!), which means he may not graduate, which puts his Air Force ROTC scholarship in jeopardy. His teacher sent a notice home saying he had a 46! The boy claimed his teacher made a mistake. But I wasn't buying it or taking any chances. We took his car and his phone away. I said, "Madre no es estupido!" Apparently, the teacher really did make a mistake, she transposed the numbers, so his grade was actually a 64! Still failing Hijo! After talking back and forth to his teacher, who, by the way, thought it was amusing that we would take his car away for a 46 and assumed we'd give it back for the 64 (wrong), she was going to allow him to do makeup work. My son had to write out sentences in Spanish. He wrote, "Mi madre es muy antigua." and "Mi padre no tiene pelo." I said, "Mi hijo, Estupido, I am not very old! And Dad has some hair." He said, "I don't know any other words." So I said, "How about, 'mi madre es muy hermosa'?" He said, "No, I think I'll stick with the words I know." Well, the boy, mi hijo, he passed Spanish and he will graduate tomorrow. A family friend, who is currently serving in the Military, will be there to present the boy (maybe I shouldn't call him that anymore) with his diploma and his Air Force ROTC scholarship at the graduation ceremony. Crees que la madre va a llorar? Y el padre estar orgullosos?