Five years and the heartbeat doesn’t stop.
my beautiful real and the biggest crises of our lives this year has been cars.
and transmission that waits to be fixed
I don’t worry
my fisherman husband can do anything
and even though he’s never put one in before. . .
I know he’s got this simple
but not so simple thing.
borrowed rides getting us there
patience and perseverance
outside the box thinking
one day at a time
cooler days to get it done
good coffee, better friends
new adventures on horizon
sweetest little “Hi”
great first week of school
Two days until five years and I know they count too.
My girl who loves music up before dawn and off to school. I hand her breakfast & coffee for the road – thrilled for this role I play. She’s worked so hard. . . waited so long to be back to this life of normal.
The fisherman and I slide backward it seems but not really . . . only in our minds.
We plug away at each new day, block out noise and know the ships not sinking as fast as before. A sigh of relief.
We lean into this side of transplant, self employment, joke about keeping eyes forward . . .welcome little arms reaching
text our sons and their beauties, check on homework, medications, blood pressure and such . . . plan for tomorrow, say our prayers, go to bed, reach for each other. . . and do our best to know
“the light shines in the darkness and the darkness shall not overcome it. John 1:5
2 days until five years – and God is better to us than we deserve.
early morning eggs crackling
I watch her walk out the the door – breakfast in hand
cool summer days to put that transmission in.
he can do anything
a beat up old truck he says he’d take to California
conversations in a barn
photographs showing his life
great school days with her
“Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.”
and you break all the rules by celebrating her amazing news with Wine on Monday and not Wine Wednesday.
Wine Wednesday on a Monday & mental note to tell what that means
when only one hour turns into 2.5
wheels all week
great day for the dancer yesterday
good things coming up
sweet little ones
helping to move
counting down the days before we hug them
a sister taking good care
she loves dance camp
She has the most beautiful blue jean eyes
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.
studio light streaming in
wind blowing curtains softly
days spent with best nana outside
talks in her room
lunch in the big city with half of my favorites
sound of hard rain
clean beds outside
tight morning hugs from her
messages of excitement from our brown eyed one
I grew up believing my father was the one and only superman.
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
looks of knowing from & big smiles the youngest
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
photos to edit
early morning birds singing
he can fix anything
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?
math being done
a baptism on their anniversary
beautiful spring-like days
grandmothers of two generations
all this love
Saint Agustine said, “Love is the beauty of the soul.”
new mom giggles
he looks at her with such ahhhh
watching them with her
home for the Thanksgiving season
roof over our heads
hope in our steps
kisses on toes
her weight in my arms
. . . the beat goes on
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain
La de da de de, la de da de da. . . .
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. . .
joy all around
rain pouring and we are home
laughs with friends
being included in new life to come
modern technology & instant videos
I am Lola
Fisherman holds our new life
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
This girl with the blue jean eyes
will be shaken it up next week with her dance school in Florida’s Disney.
All the girls have worked seriously hard on this event and it will be fabulous.
So. . . she and I – her and me – myself and that one – will be packing the car tight and taking off for the magic kingdom.
and then a run to Tallahassee to see our brown eyed girl & that love of her life we adore so much.
I can’t wait.
note to self. . . . don’t forget the Nikon
celebrations with the neighbors
Friday messages of love from our artist
everyone home safe and sound
a baby girl for a nephew
hearing I captured that Wise Woman’s personality so well
wildflowers from the most Charmings
and dinner with those two – too – too – also
cool June days
sitting by that pool
my girl back on her feet
new friend & just a few doors down for our youngest
adoration . . . just Him & i