Flower girls all grown up

I’d need all of my fingers and half my toes to count the years since our wedding day. Yet it still catches me by surprise that our flower girl is all grown up and getting ready to celebrate her own wedding. Watching her start her married journey will be poignant, no doubt, but also a…

Rare evenings

It felt perfectly natural to be outside tonight. No need for bug spray. No need for extra layers of clothing. No excessive heat or humidity. Just a nice night to watch kids play, water the flowers, and pause to watch the few clouds in the sky dance with the wind. (Anyone who was around here…

Attics

Never ceases to amaze me how much stuff we can put up there and the attic still doesn’t look full. Thank goodness.

Handy Husbands

Once upon a time, a guest at our home spotted something and asked my husband how we came up with such a crafty idea. His response: “my wife gets an idea in her head, and tells me that she wants to do it, but needs my help. I just grunt and do what she tells…

Sweat

The kind of perspiration that can only be felt when hard work is performed in higher humidity levels. The sweat you feel trickling down your back in such a way that you think there must be a bug that got under your shirt and you momentarily freak out. Only to realize it’s not a plethora…

Next Chapter

Some things were built to last long beyond its first owner. They wear their age like the cover of an interesting book, with a wealth of stories waiting to be discovered. Today, as we loaded the cars with the parts of one of those “built to last” things and brought it home, the weight of…

Exhales

In the darkened room, the air still heavy with sleep, tiny arms reach up. More often than not, her eyes are still shut. Something woke her — sometimes her pacifier ran off and hid in a corner of the crib overnight; or her diaper is quite full while her tummy is empty; or she just…

The guts to not be done.

The easy thing to do would be to call my latest knitting project done. Technically, I’ve finished it twice already. But it’s not yet done. Being unafraid to call a “do-over” on something until I’m comfortable with and ready to accept the results: that’s something to be grateful for!

Secret Dates

We had, maybe, about 20 minutes to kill before picking up the baby at daycare this afternoon. So we hoofed it to a nearby coffee shop. He had cocoa, I had tea. We talked about all kinds of things, and even had a game to see who could spot the first silver car among the…

Recipes and memories

I was treated to a flood of memories today as I prepared a recipe from my family. It was one I’ve seen my father make a number of times, but today was the first time my son helped me make it. Watching him stand on tiptoe to see over the edge of the pot on…