Charming and the Artist sit’ng in a tree
K – I – S – S – I – N – G
First comes love
Then comes marriage
then comes the Fisherman happy as can be. . .
helping in the yard
sweet new chapter in our lives
air condition on these hot summer days
that preview button
time to chat
movie night out with the girls for her
“If I get married, I want to be very married.”
– Audrey Hepburn
It’s been one week now since this beautiful free-spirited Artist married our Charming.
We saw them last night and even though dinner was terrible – we couldn’t have enjoyed it all more.
While he and the Fisherman worked on their car in our garage, she shared with excitement the week of wonderful first: figuring out all new things together, how “they are getting their new home very clean and organized“, changing her last name on Facebook, how Charming didn’t think of tools and that old oven doesn’t work. . . and then with more love in her voice – about their first married day with a celebratory steak dinner on the floor in their new living room . . . and she made it all sound so glorious. . . because it was.
1000 Gifts 2018
11.) very bad dinner with those two last night
12.) happy phone call from the philosopher
13.) soft glow from Christmas tree that will come down today. . . how I love those lights
14.) text messages filled with love out of the blue
15.) the girl who loves music making me laugh
16.) a talk with a tall baker
17.) listening to all things wonderful about their new lives
18.) looks of starvation from fat pets
19.) a most beautiful wedding to start our year
20.) tools left scattered
Gee, I don’t know. . . .
I have really dig portraits in black and white.
Sunday Snapshot | Sunday in my City
It’s not unusual for us to have a house loaded with kids. They eat and then as I said yesterday. . .
after dinner someone grabs a guitar.
Oh! by the way,
Does anyone want a puppy?
NO! REALLY?? Does anyone want a puppy?
Yesterday Stevie Wonder asked me to meet him down town. He said he was going to Mass and then he would be off to the surprise birthday party for the “Best Nana”.
Well, the kid didn’t show up.
I sat through Mass alone and after I called him. Like any mother, I worry what will become of my 18 year old son.
I couldn’t get an answer. His phone was turned off.
Finally, when I did talk to him – I calmly said, “Stephen, where were you?” He said “Mother, I was doing the work of my father.” I knew what he was referring to but still, I was lost.
Then he says, “I was at the Abortion Clinic with Vic”. . . ” We thought since it was Mother’s Day weekend we should be praying for all mother’s and their babies.”
My heart filled with pride for this wonderful son of mine and his loving friend. I thought two things. . . . How very, very beautiful! and were the heck did these kids come from?
Happy Mother’s Day Y’all!!!
Sunday Snapshot | Sunday in my City
You have to love this kid. This is son number two. We call him Stevie Wonder.
He knows I’m working on my photography, and even though it was the last thing he wanted to do yesterday – he sat patiently for me while I photographed him. . . over and over again.
I worked on focusing on his eyes. Then I had trouble with the lighting. . . and then trouble with to many shadows on his face. It took forever. But, he sat for me. Even though he said his hair was terrible, and I knew he really, really didn’t want to do it. Some of the faces he made were down right funny. This is typical of this son we call Stevie Wonder. He has a heart of gold.
May he never changes.
Little Things Thursday
You remember this guy don’t you?
My little boy. . .”Stevie Wonder”
It seems like it’s been so long since I posted last – I thought you might have forgotten.
We all know this son of mine is my doer.
His hands are always moving, always creating.
But recently, he has let some of the things he loves go . . . like woodworking. Here once again, I see myself in him. I have let blogging and my photography go. It’s not that Stephen and I don’t really enjoy these things. We love them. But, you know how it is. Sometimes life just gets in the way and the things you really enjoy slip away. Before you know it. . . a lot time has gone by.
Last week I mentioned to my son that I haven’t seen him working on anything lately. I asked him what was going on. He just shrugged and said, “Hmm, I don’t know? “
and then yesterday
I heard the lathe running and I grabbed my camera.
Without missing a beat Stephen stayed focused on his work. He was making the pepper mill he told me he was going to make at Christmas time.
I took his picture and then posted it on my blog.
This afternoon I caught Stevie Wonder playing his guitar outside.
He didn’t notice me at first . . .but when he did. . .
he indulged me a little bit and kept on playing.
I love to take pictures of this son of mine, hear him play and see how he has grown in so many way.
New Years Eve Stevie Wonder and the gang set off floating lanterns instead of fireworks.
Floating lanterns seem fitting for us this year.
I’m not at all worried about getting him there. I’m really looking forward to the drive. The thing that worries me the most is leaving the school without my little boy. I keep on thinking: how do I just leave him there. . . 1000 miles from our home?
I keep telling myself – How can he set the world on fire if
his mom won’t let him? I can’t just keep him home forever. That wouldn’t be good
for anyone. So we will be off – I may cry all the way home but, that’s okay to me – He’s ready to fly.
Oh! Yeah! Happy New Year Y’all!
I know there is a lot wrong with this picture, but, it IS my favorite photo of the week. This simple snap shot is a photo of great love and admiration for a man they call Grandpa. It was taken right after a memorial Mass marking the third anniversary of their grandfather’s death.
I think the greatest legacy their grandfather left behind is the time he gave to people. He would just sit and listen. Even though we often joke and say “he couldn’t hear what you were saying“; he sat there and freely gave his time and love when he had so many other things to do.
So last Sunday – September 30 – three years to the day he died, the grandchildren show their love and admiration once again, by giving there time back to the man who knew time is only temporary but love lasts forever.