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
It’s been pretty quiet around here. . . with our boys all grown men and married.
the girl who loves music said SHE DOESN’T LIKE IT. There is stillness in the air & it’s taking a little bit to get used to.
all our kids say. . . we aren’t used to stillness. But, honestly . . . I think I could embrace it.
It’s been an amazing time raising those boys to men. . . loving their friends as they first moved into our home and then forever our hearts.
The next chapter brings many exciting things and I silently think . . . BRING IT.
Today marks the Visionaries birthday . . . it was cold and rainy and the day seemed right. I don’t forget his last words to me “TAKE PICTURES” & I do.
gifts of little hearts
sister coffee to celebrate birthday
dinner the charming, his lovely & paleo chocolate strawberries
cold lazy days once in a while
an unexpected valentine dinner to love
sounds of wind
fat lucy purring loudly
giant dog climbing so gently into my lap
homemade valentine hearts from my youngest
a quick drop-in visit from a neighbor whose becoming a dear friend.
“To have courage whatever comes in life. . . everything lies in that.
– Saint Teresa of Avila
Here’s the honest thing: I don’t know much. I don’t know why someone’s heart beats in her father’s chest. I don’t know why after two years this one continues to heal. I don’t know why we continue to celebrate the years and life’s changing times.
I do know this: We are not strong because of ourselves. We do not have courage because we are brave. We do not do anything alone. I still can’t say one is good without feeling gratitude from my core and saying the other. . .
Thank you, Jesus. We are changed forever.
29.) Celebrating two years and 27 days
30.) hot tea in special cups by the fire
31.) little snippets of their days
32.) the younger sister helping her older sister study
33.) conversations with my oldest
34.) brisk air
35.) texts from sweet friends
36.) he can fix anything
37.) drop in visits
38.) walks through the woods
40.) joyful voices from newlyweds
“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