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Monday, March 30, 2015

Daydreamer'

The daydream is the same one lately. I'm standing in my Grandmother's kitchen washing dishes. I'm using the same thin dishcloths  that she has had for years. They smell of Dawn and fresh air. Only it isn't my Grandmother's house..not really. I'm living there. The window looking out into the front yard is much larger. I can see far to the left and right...all the way down to where my Granny's house used to sit. The d├ęcor is my style. I have a large farmhouse sink. The once wooden walls are now white washed.  I have open shelves where cabinets used to dawn the walls. They are perfectly curated with white dishes and a few aqua ones for pops of color. It's all different and yet it smells the same as it had for years. The scent of Alabama, peas and dumplings cooking.

There is no background noise other than my Crosley playing my Etta James record. The laughter of the children from the front yard echos. They are running around the large pecan tree near the driveway, the same spot I used to dig. Making mud pies. The same place that once a large snake fell and my father killed it with a hoe. It's peaceful. There is no traffic. No sirens. Just peaceful. Chad is out back tending to the cattle and checking on our flourishing garden that will produce tons of delicious tomatoes and watermelon in the summer (clearly a daydream as we have yet to grow a fruitful garden...always hope though).

This daydream comes to me more and more as we live in such a busy world. Have a busy life. Self inflicted often yes...but busy. There is always some place to be, and to get there we must battle through traffic. Not city traffic, because we don't technically live in the city. That is even worst. I'd rather be in the thick of Chicago traffic than this suburban hellish traffic. In my daydream I don't have to worry about my kids playing outside and getting hit by cars, or approached by strangers. In this dream I have no worries. I guess part of me is longing for this simplistic scenario. Growing up I remember spending hours outside riding bikes and digging in dirt and yet these days I rarely see this sight. It makes me sad. Makes me wonder if my kids are going to have those delicious childhood memories like I do of just using my imagination.  I fear that they'll get caught up in the technology/game playing world. I know it's my job to not let that happen of course. I wish for them a life of contenement, of not 'wanting', of being happy with what they have and yet this world we live in now it doesn't seem likely. I hope they don't get caught up in the "keeping up with the Jones" mentality like I have so many times. Precious time has been wasted wishing I had more than I have now or something that someone else has. I realize now that what I have is magnificent. That you take with you your relationships, your love for those around you. If all of that were to disappear (the things); the legos, the fancy bar carts, the clothes, I'd be left with insurmountable love and that would be enough. Simply enough.

I want enough to be what we seek. My daydream teaches me what I long for in my life and the life of my family.  I hope they read this one day. Maybe come back and read this when they find themselves getting caught up in the "want" game. It's a struggle for me still. I want life to revolve around us spending time together. To not give a second thought to what someone else has I wish my house looked like that. I need that, etc..)To instead go outside and just enjoy the beauty around us. The smell of spring. The trees in the Fall. The majestic snow. I do want. I crave something that is out there. Space. Fields of green grass. Mountain tops. Beaches. Nature. And my family. Everything else that seemed so important will just wash away.....

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Growth



I must have written three versions of my "New Years Post" before settling on this one. Short. Sweet. Simple. I was getting too in depth. Too complicated.

Because sometimes it's not all that complicated. Sometimes you resolve to keep doing what you're doing. Naturally, I have a small post-baby bucket list of things to accomplish such as shed the baby weight, get in shape, yada yada...but for 2015 I want to focus on "Growth".

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Christmas Family Photos!!


Well, just as soon as it came it went! Christmas is behind us until next year. Does anyone else like the build up to Christmas as much (if not sometimes more) than the day itself?  Hmmm...thought for a different time.  For us, it was a special year though because it was the first time we were in our home on Christmas morning and this year we had Piper! Typically we are traveling to see our families for the Holidays. While we love those traditions it was kind of nice to wake up at home this once. Christmas Eve Aiden participated in a Children's Nativity service that was so sweet and special. The next day it was early to rise. Lots of gifts. Lots of playing. Movies. Cooking. Music. Crackling fire. It was splendid. The following day we got to spend some time in Alabama with my parents, grandparents and other family members. It was really perfect. I hope you all had a great Christmas as well. I, for one, have gone from Christmas to focusing on going to the beach. Just like that I tell you. I'm obsessed now. I have three seasons. Cabins/Fall; Christmas; Beach. That's just how I roll.

A few weeks ago we took advantage of a mini-session for family photos. I just couldn't get it together to do anything more than that time wise but knew I at least had to send out Christmas cards seeing as I couldn't pull together a birth announcement for Piper. Such is life right? It was a quick 10 minute session and that was just perfect for our attention spans around here lately. Thank you Ashley Mushegan for capturing my favorite picture of Aiden & Piper so far! Here are some of my favorites!

Thursday, December 18, 2014

#TBT Tree Farm Fun!

This time last year one of my oldest college friends, Mandy Kellogg Rye (known to others as Waiting on Martha) asked us to be a part of this shoot for a Hot Cocoa Party! I feel so lucky because it quite possibly delivered some of my most favorite pictures of Aiden ever. I will treasure those photos for a lifetime because they captured the pure sweetness in his face and his happy disposition! That "baby face" is fading so to be able to look back and enjoy it is a Mommy blessing!

I was reminded of this shoot (who am I kidding these pictures are everywhere in my home) by Occasions magazine as it made the Weekend Reads section and there that face was staring back at me (insert tear). Thanks again Mandy and Rustic White Photography for capturing my sweet boy! Let's get real, I'll throw back to this every year. Lol! Wouldn't you?   Enjoy.







Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Christmas Greetings!


              
And what happened then...? Well...in Who-ville they say
That the Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day!
And then the true meaning of Christmas came through,
And the Grinch found the strength of ten Grinches… plus two


This blogging stuff is hard. Not hard to write (well, sometimes it is truthfully) but rather finding the time to write and to write well or something of interest. Sure, plenty of you out there are far 'busier' than I am perhaps. However, try as I might I just haven't found the energy or time to give to this blog and that saddens me. However, what doesn't sadden me is that what I have been doing is giving of myself and giving that energy to my family and focusing on being back to work.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

In Loving Memory

I remember the first time that I met her. I was nervous, as most people are to meet the parents of the one they love. I had flown to Pennyslavnia for the first time with your Dad and was terrified they'd think I was lame, annoying, or a number of other negative thoughts that go through one's mind in these situations.

She answered the door and immediately gave me a hug and offered me a cup of coffee. I could tell she was funny off the bat and spunky as all get out. We were bound to get along. I had met the perfect future mother in law for me. Anyone who would sit around and drink coffee with me all day was a winner in my book. No agenda or plans. We'd just sit around chit chat and keep on brewing pots of coffee.

But you'll never know her. Not like that. You'll hear stories about her and hear us reference her in conversation but you'll never KNOW her. That makes us terribly sad. When you both do something cute or funny we've thought how much we wish she could be around to see it or how we'd love to give her a call to share it with her. I remember watching her play with your cousin and it makes my heart hurt that you won't see how she used to get down on the floor and play! Really play! I knew her for a short time in the grand scheme of things as she became ill with cancer soon after we became engaged and we lived in California at the time. We flew back often to see her. She fought long and hard her battle. Aiden, you got to meet her when you were a tiny baby. That moment is etched in my mind and precious. Piper, you carry her middle name and a piece of her always. Be proud of that. I know she must have felt awful so much of the time but when we were around she rarely showed it. Instead, she'd insist we get crabs, have some beer and have the entire family over. I'm fairly certain she was always the life of the party as we always had a great time and laughed a lot!

It's been 5 years since she passed away. We sprinkled her ashes at the beach in Rehobeth and every summer we go pay our respects to her. I hope you both keep that tradition alive as it's one of the most important things you can do. Keep traditions alive. It's how people live on in your heart. You may not have met her but you have some of her inside of you. She's your family. Your blood. You inherit things from people and I really hope that you both have picked up her fun loving spirit. One day, when you're old enough and are cracking crabs, drinking a beer. walking the beach or enjoying endless pots of coffee think of your Mimi. And raise a glass to her.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

When Life hands you a minivan!

            
A spooky thing happened last week other than Halloween around here. Aiden had a wonderful Halloween as all kids did and now I have to stare at a bucket overflowing with candy everyday. It's not helping me in my "get my bod back" efforts at all. Damn you Snickers! DAMN YOU! But that is not the spookiness I speak of...this last weekend I took another step towards understanding what parenthood and adulthood is all about. To you, this may seem silly or ridiculous. You may even roll your eyes but to me it signifies me releasing any selfish tendencies I've held on to over the last five years. We bought a minivan.