“If the dogwoods are blooming – then the fish are biting.” the Fisherman
and there he is with his line in the water.
youth group leaders @ my house for tea
Sunday nights up late talking to my girl
Charming . . . all smiles, and happy, and doing so well
he drives her early mornings
excitement to learn
fishing buddy for him
excitement for coming things
peaceful slow mornings
messages from the most lovely people
photographs I’ll treasure always
I’m not sure if I’ve ever told you about the beautiful morning light in my kitchen.
Oh, my goodness.
It stops me in my tracks time after time.
beautiful Carolina day
seeing the redheaded boy play
dinner @ the taco truck
long talks with my oldest girl
great test results
stealing time to photograph
talks with my boys
“Do what I do. Hold tight and pretend it’s a plan!” -The Doctor
The story of our lives.
We hold tight and pretend it’s the plan.
It’s something I’ve always said joking
but, not . . .
because it’s so true.
I didn’t know the Doctor says the same.
I’m sure it’s right now.
And we’ll keep on keeping on.
Hooray! For the Doctor.
Life has been good to us these past weeks, months, years – as we hold tight and pretend it’s all part of our well thought out plan.
holding tight & pretending it’s the plan
philosopher home for just a little while
Breakfast with my girls
Photographed for Foster care . . . and met the most amazing kids
birthday for the girl who loves music
good reports from transplant
seeing our little dancer on stage
flowers in early morning sunlight
Charming like his dad. . . fixing anything.
time alone with that Fisherman
Even though the surgery took longer then expected . . . things went well.
Our patient has been released to the care of her little sister. . . who I often say to, “with all the time we spend around doctors and hospitals who knows . . . your future maybe in medicine. Listen up. Take notes. . . and she does.
It’s onward and forward from here.
We will know more about the results in a few months. . . I’ll keep you posted.
dinner made & hugs from sister in laws
first visits from granma so nice
a day spent w/ the fisherman
telephone calls about photo inquires
holding hands through the night with her
cuddling with the youngest
big dogs scared of little cats make me smile
big brothers & a midnight run for curly fries and milkshakes for his little sister
phone calls and concern from big brothers from hers & mine
good medication to ease pain
little sisters watching over
best nana’s making sure a day worried is filled with fun
many messages to answer of how’s she doing
There are extreme headaches, petit mal seizures, simple exhaustion . . . some days, and a surgery Friday for hearing.
There is youth group leadership, studying hard for the next level of education, & her job that she likes where her cousin is the manager. There are best friends, amazing mentors, brothers who love, parents who dote, a little sisters to protect, a best nana who spoils, now a grandma so close, aunts who relish, teachers who care, people who pray, music to share, eyes that sparkle, and a smile . . . that simply shines.
and THAT’s our girl
blooms from a bush that was planted all wrong
coffee with her
time for me to study
new tires for him
coffee made right
Two years, six months have passed, all before transplant, from the day the Fisherman looked me in the eye and asked . . . “are you ready for this?”
I looked back . . . and answered with a strong, “I will be.”
little did I know what he was talking about was not the next days but the next two years, six month of our lives.
Those two and a half years of our lives has brought many amazing things. . .
many things you know about . . . and then,
many things I have held close.
It seems this life the Fisherman and I live . . . comes so fast.
and in the blink of an eye, I have news
Charming‘s betrothed. . .
and she’s lovely.
celebrations w/ bubbly ready to pop
long talks with that Philosopher son
nice lunch shared @ best Nanas
another beautiful day
that brown eyed girl’s love
talks with a nephew
friends to practice portraiture with
“Alice:How long is forever? White Rabbit:Sometimes, just one second.
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
Today, February 17 is the Visionary’s birthday. . . .its the eighth year we have had it without him.
and “how long is forever?” asked Alice. . . “sometimes it feels like a life time,” said I.
a breakfast out to celebrate
bumping into people I know
a photo sent to me just because
a big day today for the youngest and plans coming through
phone calls telling me he’s almost back
purring kitty – always sweet
a girl who takes time to show how much she cares
The difference between ordinary and extraordinary is just that little extra.
I was privileged to be one of the photographers at the Tim Tebow special needs prom last weekend.
If there was ever a better night – I don’t know it.
and I tell you, if you ever have a chance to be part of this amazing Night to Shine I hope you just do it.
conversations for up & coming events
a shoulder for a sick girl to lean on
roses for valentines day
early morning rain . . .that’s calming and light
sunshine that warms right through
his playful teasing
drop in visits
There are so many ordinary days now . . . I often forget to count the blessings.
and then the phone rings and I have an amazing conversation filled with joy – a blooming friendships that started long ago . . . and then out of the blue a text filled with love.
the tears are from the onions I’m chopping for homemade chicken soup for my sick little dancer & dinner tonight . . not from the love filled text. No, not me.
then I turn to see this beauty – sitting in the dark while sunlight shines all around it.
I don’t know what it is about dead sunflowers I love so much.
They call me.
Life is funny – filled with love and blessings even when you don’t look.
great hugs from the brown eyed girl
snap chats from my girl friend giving me glimpses of their day
holding hands with that fisherman
small conversations with a stranger
big smiles from people I don’t even know
phone calls from charming telling about his day
learning with friends
text messages out of the blue
Keep Calm . . . and March for Life
The brown eyed girl, the girl who loves music, and a whole youth group lead by the man with the big laugh are off to March tomorrow.
What a difference a year makes.
sunshine through my window
Charming so happy these days
great dinners to share
time spent with a dear friend
Sunday spent by the fire
work for the fisherman
family moving close
help from that brown eyed girl