It's a good morning when it begins with coffee, wool, a book, and a kid nearby to hear a passage read aloud.
From the passage: "You can only make one person - you - the most wondrous, the most remarkable, the most open, the most beautiful, the most creative person in the world. Not to store it away, but to give it away because you can only give to others what you have. If I do anything for me, I do it for you."
I'm pretty much a wreck lately. I'm trying not to be, and sometimes I'm not, and usually I don't look like I am...but I'm pretty much a wreck.
In 1995 he stole my heart. Then in 1997, she taught me that you don't split love in half when you have a second child - you double it. In 2000, he stole my heart by being the surprise baby only God knew we needed. And in 2003, she proved that love can quadruple.
Now, it's time for the big one, the 1995 kid, to head off to college nearly 200 miles from home and I'm all kinds of
wow, this is exciting
no, it's really not
it'll be fun! care packages!
I'll miss our random conversations
I'm so happy for him
he's God's kid, not mine
hang on, I have something in my eye
It's just that all I ever really wanted, since my Barbie Doll days, is this, this beautiful family and their beautiful childhood.
I really do want his childhood to end because I really do want him to chase his dreams; I really can't wait to see what he does with his super smart brain and super good looks and I really do want to meet my future daughter-in-law...
....but, darnitall, I'm going to miss my boy.
I already miss the 1995 baby, the 1998 toddler, the 2005 Kindergartner and the 2008 young teen. Now I'll miss the 2014 graduate.
This is our 15-month-old puppy and 10-month-old kitten. Both were little rescue pets. I love how kind they are to each other.
Now, don't think all is peaceful and relaxing in our house...the pup does not get along with our adult male cat for some reason, so we break up plenty of squabbles. Maybe that's why I'm so delighted with these two.
I reach for beauty when something is painful in my life. Lately, I have been reaching often. Our children seem to sense this. For Mother's Day, our 18yo son presented me with India ink and a calligraphy pen. Oh, my my, that kid knows what I love: pen, ink, and paper.
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