SuperMan

I grew up believing my father was the one and only superman. 

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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

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looks of knowing from & big smiles the youngest

sunny days

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

birthdays coming

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early morning birds singing

he can fix anything

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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La de da

. . . the beat goes on
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain
La de da de de, la de da de da. . . .

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 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. . . 

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Gifts:

baby hiccups

healthy baby

healthy momma

family grows

baby cries

joy all around

rain pouring and we are home

healthy today

laughs with friends

being included in new life to come

snapchats

modern technology & instant videos

I am Lola

Fisherman holds our new life

 

 

 

K – I – S – S – I – N – G

 Charming and the Artist sit’ng in a tree 

K – I – S – S – I – N – G

First comes love 

Then comes marriage 

20180617-_LFA2819then comes the Fisherman happy as can be.  .  . 

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safe travels

helping in the yard

peaceful day

sweet new chapter in our lives

air condition on these hot summer days

payment online

that preview button

new friends

time to chat

Friday texts

movie night out with the girls for her

photography goals

 

 

married

“If I get married, I want to be very married.”
– Audrey Hepburn

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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. 

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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

 

 

Buckle your seatbelt 2018

I hear this over and over in my head this week . . . and I smile.  

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We toasted to two years for our girl last night and once again we know New Year’s Eve will never be the same for us again.

We are changed forever.

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1000 Gifts 2018

1.) Charming is to marry this week

2.) people in and out of my house today – no time clean – messier than ever

3.) Mass with the Fisherman

4.) conversations with a new photographer friend

5.) Philosopher home with his beauty

6.) that beauty so patient and loving

7.) conversations with a much-loved aunt

8.) vacuum running

9.) soft music playing

10.) proudly launched my photography business

Buckle your seatbelt 2018 . . . I’m coming to get you. 

and I smile at the thought 

 

 

time

“Time does not pass, it continues.” ~ Marty Rubin

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Time. . . it’s not my thing.  I’m just not good at it. 

The Fisherman has said for years,  “I live in eternity“.  and these days he says he wants to learn how to get there with me.  . .  I laugh hard.

It was said last night by one “there are only 55 more days” until their big day.  

Last night we wrote out invitations with loving care. 

Another thing the Fisherman says often that I know is true. “We hit the jackpot with these beautiful girls who love our young men.” 

God is good to us. 

I breathe deep, pause time in my head and take it all in. 

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late lunch grabbed with the Philosopher & our beautiful brown eyed girl

long ride with my girls

an enjoyed chat with a man of the cloth

tears of laughter from the fisherman

writing out invitations by warm fire

music from Les Miserables loud in my car

friends & loved ones who believe I can

ball played in the yard

a photo shoot in the woods

 

 

grease marks

Took this through kitchen door window Saturday as this one worked with greasy hands. 

He can do anything. . . and I mean anything.  He amazes me time and time again.

 and he thinks it’s nothing to have these hands that can fix . . . like his father. He thinks it’s nothing to have a mind that solves problems, and thinks outside the box. . .  like his Grandfather. 

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and then I caught him working . . . reading how on his phone. The light was calling me.  If he knew I was watching he would have moved. 

I read this the other day: 

“If you look for Jesus in everything, you will certainly find him.”

                                                                                        – Thomas a` Kempis

and when he works . . . he’s in the zone and leaves a long trail 

I just mopped kitchen floor and scrubbed cabinets clean. . .   and then I see it. . .  grease marks trailing in. . . on floor, cabinets, new dish cloth . . .   

 I look, praise  & I count . . .  

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Gifts

Charming in the zone

trails left behind . . . he’s never been any different &  I hope he’ll never change

smiles when he works

their laughter

dancing girl loving her practice

friends I see in store – a few minutes to talk

Fisherman sees friend from long ago

time alone to clean and get caught up

long conversation  with oldest even if it’s on the phone

a day by the pool

excitement in the house over movie seen

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. 

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summer news

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 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. 

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Gifts 

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

Plans in 2015

Christmas came and went like a whirlwind with sparkling lights all around.  It came on so fast I didn’t quite finish my decorating. 

Because of everything we have had going on in our lives I put down my camera and just soaked in the season. Even though I am known to always be clicking, I have grown to believe there are somethings you just need to enjoy away from your lens.

and it was a beautiful Christmas with our house filled with family. . . love, and joy

Tree signed

It’s been four months now since transplant, and even though we are on high alert for calls from Emory and ready to go with bags half packed because of rejection, infection and so on –  we are starting to get down to the business of living.  Pretransplant making plans was something we learned to do without.  Sometimes just living the day to day was all we could do. And yes, 2014 was one of the toughest years we have had with many obstacles in our path – it was also the best year of our lives with more blessings than we could ever deserve or even count.  Now that the Fisherman can breath, and the heart beats like it should we are spinning with not only relief but,  ideas of: bike rides, hikes, graduations – yes two – a hopeful trip to Benedictine to see our son the philosopher walk in that cap and gown.

The girl who loves music will graduate too. She will graduate from our little homeschool high school this year of 2015. Our little school has very quietly seen two others graduate just as she will . . . with several college classes tucked neatly under their belts.

I couldn’t be more proud of the work we have done.

and I think I’ll probably cry. . . because as their mother, and their teacher from the past 12 years, I know the work, the worry,  the tears. . .the fear of wondering – if we had the right material, if they knew the right things, and then of course the big one – if the Fisherman would get to see these days of graduation ahead. These days he worked so hard for so I could stay home and teach.  The day when the last of our original homeschool three would be finished with high school and all that work would be done.

Secretly, I had wondered if the Fisherman would see the Philosopher take that walk to his college degree.  I had wondered how I would go by myself because a wife knows her husband . . . and knows when he’s not doing well.  She just knows . . . and holds her breath.

2015 holds the future for this family of six. . .  “Life is for the Living” I was told my uncle once said . . . . AND the living can make plans for the future. 

and that’s the simple buzz around here. 

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1001 gifts

332.) cold rainy days when everyone is home . . . and things seem ordinarily normal

333.) the tallest of us all cleaning the stove. . . even though he has taken the stove completely apart – I am happy he is working hard. Always thinking that Stevie Wonder of ours

334.) the philosopher working with the one who loves everyone on the fishtank – he’s always teaching

335.) the fisherman eating anything he wants

336.) the girl who loves music running the vacuum

337.) quite days

338.) rain falling on tin

339.) days so rainy you don’t want to go out

the whole picture

I  think I have fallen off my photo groove. I haven’t picked up my camera in so long I’m afraid I  have forgotten how to use it. Every time I take a shot I see so much wrong with the picture.  My settings seem to be off every time. 

 It’s to dark

It’s to bright 

I miss my mark

My mind is going in a 1000 different directions 

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It’s true, these past years have been hard on us, and there is no denying there are more hard times to come. I hold my breath, and clinch my teeth when I think about it. 

 

But  then I stop, take a deep breath and look at the whole picture. . . It’s been the best year of our lives.  So much has happened that makes everything so right.  All those things that have happened – all those things that will happen – that may happen –  just don’t seem to matter to us as much today.  This is our life. It’s not picture perfect. It’s messy.  It’s ours. 

Our son the philosopher came home last week.

And 

It was a very good week.

We took a day to go apple picking . . . all of us together.

We lived a little,

and didn’t worry about a thing.

When we got to the apple farm we didn’t find  apples on the trees.

They were already in the bins . . . all ready picked. 

 

We didn’t care  . . . 

We were together, 

and all of us knew it. 

We were together laughing,  having fun, being a family 

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We took one of those bad family photos were everyone is not ready . 

But, again . . . that perfect picture just was not important. 

We enjoyed the day.

We enjoyed each other.

And as fitting as it was for us 

apple blossoms

we found apple blossoms

in late October. 

The girl who loves everyone said . . . “it was the best day ever”.

 and it was

 

The philosopher went back to school yesterday Matthew by the lake

I already miss him. 

Today, 

the Fisherman and I are headed back to Atlanta 

for more testing. 

 

The girl who loves everyone said, “Already? You have to go back to Atlanta already?

and the girl who loves music said . . . “It’s okay. Mom and Dad have to do this to help get Dad healthy again.  We will have fun together. “

Kathryn Liz Hendersonville October 2014 apple picking

and they will 

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I continue to count my blessings thanking God always

1001 gifts:

283.) the sound of tennis shoes in the dryer tumbling, tumbling, tumbling

284.) talks with the best Nana by the fire

285.) surprise visits

286.) the cards, letters and prayers

287.) girls laughing

288.) loving touches

289.) amazing skies in October