blue jean eyes

This girl with the blue jean eyes 

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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


November 1

“Anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.” 
― J.K. RowlingHarry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

I believe this to be true.  It’s getting up the nerve that’s the hardest part. 

Liz as Ginny Weasly

She went as Ginny Weasley last night. 

and the Girl Who Loves Music  . . . 

Kahtryn & Liz Gene and Ginny.jpg tongue and logo

keeps Rock ‘n’ on! 


a night spend with four out of the six

up and coming events

coffee with old friends

early morning Mass with my youngest

good books to read

good school days

cool breezes

pop in visits


February 25, 2017

Even though the surgery took longer then expected . . . things went well.


Our patient has been released to the care of her little sister.  . . who I often say to,  “with all the time we spend around doctors and hospitals who knows . . . your future maybe in medicine. Listen up. Take notes. . . and she does.  

 It’s onward and forward from here. 

We will know more about the results in a few months. . . I’ll keep you posted. 



being here

dinner made & hugs from sister in laws

first visits from granma so nice

a day spent w/ the fisherman

telephone calls about photo inquires

holding hands through the night with her

cuddling with the youngest

beautiful mornings

big dogs scared of little cats make me smile

big brothers & a midnight run for curly fries and milkshakes for his little sister

phone calls and concern from big brothers from hers & mine

good medication to ease pain

little sisters watching over

best nana’s making sure a day worried is filled with fun

many messages to answer of how’s she doing 


find magic

” You can find magic wherever you look. Sit back and relax all you need is a book.”                                            

 Dr. Seuss              


This one. . . if it’s not dancing . . . it’s reading.     

No  complaints from me. 



Cousins traveling . . . dropping into Graceland. . . making us feel so special

sitting with family around the big table @ the best Nana’s

seeing girls grow closer

messages of love to me from her BFF

kids on fire for the Holy Spirit

courage from the girl who loves music . . . talking to youth about the past 8 months & how you prayed & He answered

that man with the big laugh keeping close tabs

early morning rising . . . getting things done

birds singing their good morning song

empty laundry basket . . . could I really be caught up?  counting it anyway

calls from the Philosopher . . . working so hard two states away

the joy I see from her preparing for “the big dance” @ the Peace Center of all places

watching them turning dreams into truths

a marinette priestly ordination – oh, if you ever get the chance you must go . . . such beauty

a conversation with a stranger turned friend

a texted sent to the wrong person turned into blessings


settling dust

It’s been two months since I picked up the new camera.  Early morning light calling me & I grab the Nikon before the light moves.

Dust settles in.

mcGuffy readers and flowers

It was a busy week last week with five doctors appointments to fill our days.

The girl who loves to dance is the one who knows where we are going and who we are seeing.  When they ask who’s in charge of the eyes . . . she knows the name and place of practice.

She’s keeping us straight.

The consensus of it all on our girl who loves music   . . . the dust is still settling.

Settled dust will give us more information.

But, over all . . . She’s doing well.

In fact I would say she is doing very well.

The face is coming back, and the eye guy gave a happy dance.

The ear guy says there is lots of fluid that needs to be drained but. . . “we must wait for dust to settle”.

So we wait.

and dust settles

and we move on

and she moves on


She’s moving on well.

All kinds of therapy starts tomorrow at Roger C. Peace . . .  a place for the injured. I know they will love her there. She will work hard and do what they ask of her.

She’s a fighter this girl. She’s strong. She’s ready to roll.



light calling me, streaming in

beautiful sky

notes  to me from the best friend ever

good morning hugs from the youngest of us

songs that make us dance in the car

listening to stories to be told from strangers

a phrase that makes her say, “now we have to listen to that song”

she discovered Bob Seger

clean laundry

celebrating birthday dinners with the brown eyed girl


walk in the woods



the secret birthday wish

This Frog Girl has a birthday coming up next week.

She will be 9!

I can’t believe it! 


So anyway

 She told me she has a secret wish for her birthday.

This secret wish involves riding lessons on something big. 

And then, she swore me to secrecy and made me promise I wouldn’t tell anyone.  

Because,  if I told someone – it wouldn’t come true.

So I didn’t 

Because, that’s the way wishes work you know

You can’t tell anyone.

If you do

they won’t come true. 


I may or may not have told her dad.  

And when I did – he said,

“Give it to her.”

So now, we have a secret and we can’t tell her until the big birthday


, it involves learning something big on one of these guys.  


1001 Gifts

442.) strange golden light all day

443.) shopping done by someone other than me

444.) putting puzzles together with my youngest

445.) hikes

446.) hugs

447.) remembering times tables so well

448.) a recipe that everyone likes

449.) clean clothes

450.) cool days in July

451.) friends of my kids who want to be here & talk to me

452.) secrets whispered softly

453.) dads who put family first

454.) morning hugs

455.) laughter

456.) messes all around

457.) more laundry then I want to do means they are working hard

the light

My self employed, multi talented, fisherman husband wore his electrical hat the other night, and has begun to repair this wagon wheel light for one of our much loved customers.  wagon-wheelWhen he walked away to get another tool, and I saw how he had laid things out I couldn’t help myself. I moved the table into the stream of light coming through the window, plopped down the plant and started shooting. 


summer news


 It’s officially – the philosopher is a real philosopher now.  We have the proof in writing,  and it’s in latin.   He graduated in May. Our trip to Kansas was a dream come true  for me – all of us piled into the car, healthy and happy making the 1000 mile trip to collect our oldest son and see him walk in that cap and gown. For this son the summer brings: outside work in the 100 degree heat of pressure washing, yard work, fixing fences, watching over past employers who have grown old and gray, seminars and diligent studying for the next step in his college life.  

Charming is vigorous in his studies too, and has elected summer school for himself. He tells me he’s afraid if he takes the summer break he may not want to start up again. You see, school has never been his thing. But, this thing called studying – he has learned to embrace; he studies, and studies, and studies so one would never know his truth. His true love is working with his hands. He’s an artist, a people person.  He knows he must pay the debt now and get the job called schooling done.  

The girl who loves music has graduated from our little homeschool, being the third graduate under this roof. This girl, the girl who just graduated from high school two weeks ago, the girl who loves music has 27 college credits under her belt.  She plans to continue at the local college and earn her first degree – just as her brothers have done. All to soon we will be packing up the car to take her to the college of her choice.  She has started working at a little pizza shop, and you know what?  She likes it.  Of course she does – there must be music playing in the restaurant. 

The girl with the dancing feet is on a break because the dancing school is closed for the month of June.  She’s getting itchy though and has started to practice by moving tables and chairs and embracing her tap shoes once again – tapping on anything that makes a sound.  Tap . . . Tap . . . Tap

The fisherman is still doing so very well – transplant – (that’s Emory talk for our team of organ transplant doctors who watch over the fisherman)  are watching very closely. They are still calling for blood work every week or two. We make the 150 mile trip grabbing coffee in the early morning ride . .. . get stuck in the early morning commute  – he gives the sample with a smile, and then back on the road grabbing lunch at any new little joint we can find . . . and then home by 4. 



425.) paying bills on time

426.) knowing what’s right

427.) everyone home working together

428.) clean cars

429.) doctors watching so close

430.) girls who can do shopping

431.) love notes from little hands

432.) doors wide open

433.) books to read

434.) coloring time with my girl

435.) phone calls for work

436.) people always asking . . . how is he?

437.) the answer . . . he’s so good

438.) new beginnings

439.) hard working hands

440.) people who really love me

441.) tapping

the Girl with the Dancing Feet

This girl, the smallest one of us, the girl who loves everyone. . . has dancing feet.

She loves to dance. It’s in her blood she says. She says she can’t keep the rhythm from moving her dancing feet


She tells me her name should be changed on this little blog of mine.  

She says she wants you to know: It’s true that she simply loves everyone but, her feet can’t stop moving when there’s a beat. 

Dancing-LizNow I ask:  Who are we to argue with this girl. . .  this girl who loves everyone. . . this girl with dancing in her blood. . . this Girl with the Dancing Feet?  


417.) family gathered in this little house of mine

418.) birthday celebrations . . . more years past

419.) help from little helpers (and big ones too)

420.) little girls laughing

421.) school years finished

422.) safely home

423.) early mornings peace

424.) working hands

the Boxcar Children

Nothing warms a mother’s heart more then walking into a room and seeing her seven year old engrossed in a book. 

Reading her book 1

and if you’re the one that taught her to read those words in that book . . . your heart just sings. 

  Yay! for “the Boxcar Children”   She can’t put these books  down. 


1.) I am grateful she has a love for reading.

2.) I am grateful I was the one  to teach her to read.  If you know me, you would know how much I struggled with reading when I was a kid. It was so hard for me.  I struggled, struggled, and struggled some more,  AND now. . .  to be the teacher  IT just feels so good.

3.) I am grateful we found a series of classic books she loves.





She listens to the Frozen sound track everyday.

Frozen 2

I know all the words to all the songs.

Frozen 1

 Oh! Yeah!

1.) I”m so very grateful Stephen went with me yesterday while I did all my running around.  I had him all alone – all afternoon. . . no phones, no computers, no interruptions. It was wonderful!

2.) I’m grateful the kids are in the kitchen baking. I love to listen to the slow whir  of the kitchen  aid, the chatter of teenagers and the smell chocolate coming from the kitchen. 

3.) and last but not least today, I am grateful I have a seven year old girl and I know all the words to the Frozen CD.