September 8th, 2009
This is the first day I’ve not had company in a month. My Gigi is on a plane right now flying back to GA. My twin and her husband are on a cruise that was gifted to them. My Peter is in class at CSUN, and I’m in a new house with our boys and starting a new school year.
We had a very full and wonderful summer! I will begin blogging where I left off and work my way forward because I want to share our summer with you and record it in sequence for me. That which pervades my memories and wraps me up in my “aloneness” is the LOVE of God. And I praise Him.
July 1st, 2009
It seems that as Seth gets older the things he says are just as original and astonishing as ever, his perspective is still unique, but they are making more sense. 🙂
I overheard Seth say to Audrey when they were playing wedding and he was the Power Ranger groom: “I’m the flash that runs through the wedding!” (As his photographer mommy knows…it feels exactly like that sometimes!)
One day the poor boy had a headache and he told me: “Mommy, my head feels squeezed.”
Seth was suddenly very upset at the lunch table one day and he told me through his tears: “Mommy, there’s dog sweat on my cup!” …his cold drink had created condensation on the outside of his cup and he was instantly happy when I wiped it off.
Dear Aunt Brooke comes every week to teach the boys a science lesson and as she was leaving one day Seth sat down on the log to wait until she drove away. He wasn’t waving so I asked him what he was doing and he said, “I want to hear what her car says.”
🙂
May 9th, 2009
I wanted to write a public note of thanks to my Mama. I am who I am today largely because of my mother’s influence.
When I think of you and who you were to me when I was little, words do not come to mind but feelings and pictures do. Some of my favorite times were when my head was in your lap and you would stroke my hair. (No one can stroke my hair as wonderfully as you do!) Watching you crochet, learning, and finally making art with you. Hearing your songs around the house and from the yard. Your singing is somehow a part of me. The smell of baking biscuits is a part of who you are to me. And your curls, too. Hair braiding was a fun thing for us to learn from you, and now it is a part of who I am. You taught me portraiture and gave me your camera. I’m so grateful for the lovely photos you took of my sisters and I growing up. Now I have a wonderful tool to document my own children and a love for photographing people. Thank you!
These are wonderful memories for me and they are what I think about when I think of you.
Thank you for allowing God to give us life through you, and for fighting for us. Thank you for being the godly wife and mother that we were to emulate. Thank you for the sacrifices, the songs, the training, the photos, and the hair stroking!
Happy Mother’s Day!
I love you!
