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 

 

 

 

three years now

“Sometimes you just don’t know the value of a moment until becomes a memory.”

                                                                                                             ~  Dr. Suess  

We knew.

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Three years now since the heart beats in the Fisherman’s chest.   In silence, we remember our donor, his family, and value of the memory of those days. 

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anniversary’s

surprise visits

great school days

cooler morning

a dog that likes to be outside

relationships growing

new beginnings

long talks with the oldest

 

 

First Day of Advent . . . a day of Hope

I just can’t enough of the eyes on this girl.

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So today marks the third month of her daddy’s transplant. Today is also the first day of Advent . . . a day of Hope.

And it is a day of Hope. It was a weekend of hope –  it was an ordinary weekend just like any other – with the Fisherman outside helping the tallest of our children with his car.  Oh! That car! That terrible, terrible car.

The pair came in and out of the house with greasy hands searching the internet of what to do next.

The Fisherman watched the ball games, listening where he could to them on his phone and hoped for the Steelers to win with great disappointment. The girl who loves music helped to put lights on the Christmas tree, and the girl who loves everyone played with friends.

The philosopher had gone back to school

and then it was time for the Fisherman’s walk – something he couldn’t do before transplant.

We walked side by side, and talked with cool wind blowing, leaves falling – the day turning into night, and then he said. “Hey, lets run.”

and he beat me.

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1001 gifts

321.) running with the Fisherman again

322.) a day like any other

323.) leaves twirling

324.) warm brownies

325.) all my children sleeping in the same house – eating at the same table

326.) to much food in the fridge

327.) laughter

328.)  a warm bed

329.) people glad to see us

330.) the prayers – so many prayers

331.) losing to the Fisherman during our run . . . something that could never have happened three months ago.

He Plays . . . bass guitar

If you know my husband you maybe surprised to find out he plays bass guitar. 

Mark & Bass

If you really know my husband you would say, “He is an excellent bass guitar player.”   He has played this very instrument as long as I have known him.  These days, he only plays it for us.  Our son’s say, when they go into a guitar store with their dad – the sales man always asks Mark if he  plays – Mark  always says, “No”  and  he won’t play any of  the instruments on display.   My husband steps back to  give his boys a chance to shine.  If you knew him – you wouldn’t be surprised at all by his humble nature.  And once you heard Mark play his bass guitar,  and you got over the fact “he can burn the thing up“, as they say – you would not be surprised at all by how very good he is.

Mark seems to have a magical touch with most of things he does with his hands. He doesn’t like me to take his photograph. He doesn’t like to be front and center. He doesn’t play his bass for just anyone. 

He plays bass guitar for private audiences only, and he can fix anything with those hands. 

That’s why this photo is the closest thing to a true portrait I will probably  ever  of  him.   I love to hear him play. . . just for us. 

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Without even thinking

I know this picture is a bit blurry,  I know it’s hard to see her face,  I know it’s really not even a great picture. What you don’t know is, I was almost running to keep up with them.  She was falling a sleep on his shoulders and it just tickled me so,  I had to snap this shot. Now that I think about it all, maybe this is why I wanted to share this little moment in time with you. 

The beautiful fall colors. The warm sun beaming down. 

It was just one of those perfect days. 



We spent a full day hiking in the mountains that day.  She was so tired after all the walking and climbing, she finally had had enough.  Like most good men, Mark carries the weight of the world on his shoulders.  When he is with her, ‘‘the apple of his eye” his burdens are light, his worries are few. Without even thinking, he swept her up, placed her there without missing a beat and we kept moving on.  ~ Just like we always do. 

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A Lesson in Friendship

It seems strange to me I’m just getting around to posting again after letting another two weeks go by.  Things are settling down around here but, I guess sometimes things like these just take a while. 
So the short story today is: I heart faces is holding another photo contest. The theme for this contest is Friendship.  As we all know, friendship comes in all sizes, shapes and colors. You just never know where you’ll find it. 



 When I think of friendship, I can’t help but think of Tommy. He’s the hippy on the right. The man with the bandanna around his head, holding the red cup.  Tommy is my brother George’s friend.  He has been around for. . . well. . .I guess, forever. The other guy in this photo, holding the yellow cup, is my brother George’s son. . .Little, Bigger George, as I loving call him. 

 The  one thing I always think of when I see Tommy is how genuine he is. What you see is what you get: a true, loyal friend. 

 I will never forget the action Tommy took when our father died. He cut his hair, shaved, bought himself a suit, arrived at the mortuary early, before any of us got there and waited outside for his friend George.  

Tommy told me that night. . . when I saw him standing there waiting: “I don’t want anyone of you walking in there alone tonight. Your father was better to me then my own father and I will always be grateful for that.”  In his kindness, Tommy offered to walk in with me because, Mark had gone to be with my mother. I told Tommy I would be okay, I had my kids with me and then I remember Tommy saying; “I’m just going to wait right here for George. . . so I don’t miss him and he doesn’t have to walk in alone. ” and my heart filled with love that night. . . and I’ll never forget the lesson in friendship a man named Tommy taught me without even trying the night of October 2, 2009.   

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Yadda Yadda Yadda

Have you ever had a week. . . or two. . . that you just wanted to yadda yadda yadda over?  Those weeks that the hours and days just seem to run into each other because the stress of that time seemed to be more then you can handle.  


You know those days, we all have them. 



Those times when life seems to be going well and then suddenly, “yadda yadda yadda” your heart skips a beat, you hold your breath for days, time stops and the hours run into each other until someone says, “With a few changes and yadda yadda yadda things will be okay.”


That was my week last week. 



 I felt so over whelmed and tired I wanted to yadda yadda yadda” over it all. . . just to get through. 



So here’s what happened; the doctor said Mark must have had a little virus maybe a month or so ago.  Then silently that little virus turned into something we never knew could happen. We didn’t even notice any of it at first. Suddenly Mark ended up in the hospital for what seemed like weeks. . . but, it was only a couple of days. 


And yadda, yadda, yadda he will be fine and most importantly, the beat goes on.  


~Thank God~

The Big One

It’s you know who’s birthday today.
No, not mine. 
Mark, Mary Elizabeth, Matthew, Kathryn and Stephen



The one on the left holding Liz. I’m not going to tell you how old he is. . . 
But, I will tell you he is MUCH older then I am. 
MUCH older! 
It’s like. . . WOW!!!!
Even though he is getting up there ~ I still really like him.