my son the almost Doctor

Nature does nothing in vain. Therefore, it is imperative for persons to act in accordance with their nature and develop their latent talents, in order to be content and complete.

                                                                                                                    ― Aristotle

I’ve kind of left my blog behind.  I’m gonna be honest though, I write on it all the time in my head.  I miss the words on screen.  I miss the gift counting for real. 

Here’s happy news. 

The philosopher is close to being an almost doctor.  Truth be told: he has wanted this higher education since he realized it was a thing.   He was 12 years old. He has always been a deep thinker, deep reader, searching for more.  I feel like if we didn’t fall into homeschooling, this kid would have been an atheist.  And because we knew little – we would have been okay with that.  But, he isn’t. He is Catholic strong.  He knows his faith. He lives his faith with that brown eyed girl by his side. They both work hard to make it all come true.  My heart grows when I think of it. 

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He wants to teach in Catholic colleges to seminarians. . . Ethics and Philosophy. They say the Church is going to hell.  I say, there is hope.  The sons & daughters of the church are rising up.  I see them. I know more of them like him: his brother, his sister, his friends. . . that brown-eyed girl.   The list is long. 

The next thing, at the end of summer he’s off to CUA to study that doctorate.   The first 100 times he said it, I ask him what CUA stood for and he would smile and say, “Catholic University of America, Mom.”  

and I smile big because – I’m his mom. 

and 

He blows us away.

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Gifts

fourth of July with family and friends

warm banana bread I can eat

babies reaching

little love jealous when she see arms full of another little love

my morning snapchats of sweet blue eyes

watermelon turtles

summer breezes

phone calls of friends “just checking in”

happy to see me

aunt and cousins down to visit

kicking off the birthday week with cake

a first-time taste of Brandy.

he reaches out when I walk by

 

 

 

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blue jean eyes

She has the most beautiful blue jean eyes

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like her dads.  

I could stare at them forever. 

She loves Jesus, her family,  magic tricks, all animals, the Latin Mass, and will read anything she can get her hands on.  She trust everything her big sister does and says and simply adores those  big brothers and their girls. 

She loves “almost” everyone.  She loves hard. 

Her love for me is unmatchable. and I hope I will never disappoint. 

She will tap out dance after dance through grocery shopping because where there is music her “feet will not stand still”.  

Her favorite shows are the Rifle Man and Bonanza and imagines days of how the West was won.  In her version girls wore pants, carried pink guns and rode horses wild.  She saves each day and fights for all things good and holy along with Lucas, Little Joe, Pa and all the gang. 

I hold all these things about her here. . . to remember always. 

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studio light streaming in

wind blowing curtains softly

surprise visits

days spent with best nana outside

talks in her room

lunch in the big city with half of my favorites

sound of hard rain

flowers blooming

clean beds outside

tight morning hugs from her

messages of excitement from our brown eyed one

 

 

 

 

 

 

a little sign

I remember once my father in law showed me a little sign he placed on his desk that read, “daughter in laws are worth waiting for” 

He was a very private man so I knew this was big.  My heart soared when I saw it. I thought he liked me but, now I knew he really did. He didn’t know it at the time but, this little act of love – showing me his sign, & where he kept it, stayed right where it belonged. . . in my heart and grew. 

My father in law was a kind, gentle, private man. He silently gave it all to his family.  He was a remarkable example for his only son. 

Now the tables are turned and, we have two daughter in laws.  I think of that little sign & him often. 

We didn’t wait to long for ours daughter in laws. My babies married young. But, I wish I had a sign that read: “more love grows more love”  I’d keep it safe on my desk, show it to them, tell them that story and what the words on my sign mean to me. 

Because of the Fisherman’s father – years ago I made a mental note to myself: “Daughter in laws love your baby boys. . . remember that forever.”

. .  and then they bear the greatest gifts.  

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Our little princes is five months this week.  I don’t remember not ever loving her.  . . or those daughter in laws.   

and “more love grows more love”

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Wednesdays on a Thursday

five months of baby snuggles

the artist teaching me and I teaching her

memories

morning rain

neighbors visits

meeting new friends @ Hobby Lobby

conversations with our brown eyed girl

schools to decide on the highest education

belly laughter with great friends

celebrating a grand opening for that friend

she arrives home safe

that girl who loves music

how dancer reads

daughters

sons

daughter in lawS

my fisherman fishes

work for him

 

SuperMan

I grew up believing my father was the one and only superman. 

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I believed this all the way to my core. 

I would have sworn I saw him leaping over buildings in a single bound, lifting heavy equipment like it was a toy, flying through the air if he wanted to. I remember on more than one occasion he actually ripped a New York City phone book in two – with bare hands.  He was the strongest man on the planet.  There was no one smarter, no one better, no one more handsome or simply more incredible than my dad.  . .

and that was that.

Today, I see this son with strong arms, and working hands – cradling this little daughter.  And she looks at me as if to say, “My daddy is Superman.” and I know the visionary, that was my father, proudly passes the  Superman torch.  

And Life goes on as it should

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looks of knowing from & big smiles the youngest

sunny days

days spent with that little one & her mom

healthy new baby in town

messages from those three all around

beautiful day for lunch in the big city

birthdays coming

photos to edit

early morning birds singing

he can fix anything

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MIRACLES

There are only two ways to live your life.               One is as though nothing is a miracle.   The other is as though everything is a miracle.”  ― Albert Einstein

How do you choose to live yours?

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warm days

long visits

home safely

clean sheets

math being done

family gathers

a baptism on their anniversary

perfect Godparents

perfect gifts

beautiful spring-like days

grandmothers of two generations

many arms

warm hugs

cheese games 

all this love 

 

 

 

low light

She snuggles in. I see low Christmas tree lights chiseling fine features.  . . and ohhhhhh that bundle. 

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I grab Nikon and open F-stop,  push Aperture as far as I can go without drag.  It doesn’t disappoint. 

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a day of photography with them

sharing one month

laughs with my favorite Lisa

enjoying long car rides to a photography project

meeting new people, places & homes

when they are home

cold rain on my face

warm coats

coffee, coffee, coffee and then coffee

talks with my girl

laughs on the phone with the best nana

 

 

 

 

 

La de da

. . . the beat goes on
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain
La de da de de, la de da de da. . . .

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 baby Divine was born to the Charmings. 

and the Fisherman and I sing. . . 

La de da de de, la de da de da

the beat goes on. . . 

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Gifts:

baby hiccups

healthy baby

healthy momma

family grows

baby cries

joy all around

rain pouring and we are home

healthy today

laughs with friends

being included in new life to come

snapchats

modern technology & instant videos

I am Lola

Fisherman holds our new life

 

 

 

the Bomb

So I was asked to try out Paperless Post and then share my honest opinion with you here.

and I thought

WAIT!”.  . . “We just don’t do that here.” 

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and then I hosted a shower for one that I would soon call our own and in the world wind of our lives & a little more than 9 months later – we are now helping the best nana host another for a sweet bundle coming our way early November. 

so I tried this thing called Paperless Post for both parties.

and

It was nothing but super easy 

and

Seriously . . . 

the BOMB! 

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future plans

early morning starts

French Press coffee

funny mistakes

sitting on top of her car waiting for AAA

help from strangers

Text Tuesdays & bundle of joy

Friday love notes & so much love coming

card games round the little table

explosive laughter

 

 

 

four days

In four days we celebrate the heart that was transplanted.

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The other side of transplant hasn’t been an easy walk, but it has been a good walk. 

and for that we are grateful.

In four years: we have partied like it was 1999 at three weddings – our two sons and that ninja we love to claim.  In that four years we have had four graduations among these people, a trip to Disney, dance recitals, fires on the beach, an accident that drove us to our knees, recovery, many, many trips to hospitals, tears, laughter, Champagne popped to celebrate, night time mimosas drunk because we made it to  Wednesday and “we still kick’n”, bad dancing in the living room, music to loud, big band concerts, floats down a river, photography studio building, shower planning and the new life coming our way as we get our arms ready for our first granddaughter and company.

We are reminded again and again – this life is good. . . oh so good.

It’s a funny thing this life though. It moves so fast.  Sometimes we have a hard time keeping up. I find pictures of kids as young teens laughing, celebrating birthdays and I think, when did we blink? 

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and then there is that one thing we never take our mind off of –  that heart of his – that is not ours. 

In four years, all we know is the heart beats inside the Fisherman and everyday,  our Catholic faith gives us prayers for the rightful owner of that heart,  his family & all our loved ones that have passed.

and we are grateful for that.  It all gives us peace,  and makes this life moving fast even better. 

May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. 

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bellies growing bigger

thinking pink

good school days

cool mornings

getting up before light

Tuesday messages

Friday messages

messages for coffee

Thursday night visits

Saturday night Bonanza marathons