Archives for May 2009

Four and no more

The prime purpose of being four is to enjoy being four – of secondary importance is to prepare for being five. ~Jim Trelease

I’m afraid Sophie might not make it to five. I’ve decided to suspend this moment in time so that she is forever four. Happy birthday to my rose colored, sunshine wearing, heart holding Sophie Grace.


Love and Red Velvet Cake

My parents are celebrating forty years of marriage this week. Forty Years! That is something to celebrate. So celebrate we did.

It was so wonderful to sit and hear my parents reminisce about their ups and downs and all arounds. I have never met two people who are more perfectly suited for one another. I remember thinking as a kid that they were really just one person. MomandDad. There were no spaces or gaps between them. They were always MomandDad.

My sister had the sweetest idea of having their wedding cake replicated for our get together. Isn’t it precious? Red velvet with buttercream icing. As every good southerner knows, red velvet is the way to go. Have I ever mentioned that my family is originally from down south? And I mean way down south, deep down in the bayous of Louisiana.

After showing my parents the cake, my mom disappeared upstairs into her drawer of memories, and pulled out the original cake topper from her wedding cake. The plastic bride and groom have lasted as long as my parents.

While we sat around the table remembering, my Dad looked at my Mom and said, “Honey, would you ever have imagined forty years ago that we would be sitting here like this?” They were surrounded by kids and grandkids and red velvet cake and God’s spirit. He was present too, you know. My parents have done nothing but point each one of us to Christ over and over and over. Their love for each other and for each of us is founded in the truest love of all. And that is something to celebrate.


Beauty in the mundane

On Tuesdays, Emily at Chatting at the Sky usually writes a post about the small gift or special moment she’s found in the middle of an otherwise ordinary Tuesday. She calls it “Tuesdays Unwrapped”, and if you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you know that I’ve been taking part in it too.

Emily has encouraged us to look for the things in our day that get lost in the busyness of life. I especially needed the reminder today. Our holiday weekend was full of many hours spent on labor intensive gardening, a day of volunteering, a long drive (the highlight of the weekend:)) and three sick kids. I wouldn’t exactly call it relaxing. Today, I’m trying to catch up on all of the ordinary business of running a house while the the three year old taunts the nine year old, the nine year old tries to beat a three day fever, and the seven year old interrupts me more than once to tell me that the Wii fit game is “mean”. It’s an ordinary day.

But as I was pulling out of the driveway on the school run, I spotted the first of the knockout roses. And as I washed the dishes, the bright and bulging buds of my peonies caught my eye through the window. When I took out the recycling, I noticed my sweet little sunshine daisies swaying in a pot by the door. So I grabbed a few of each and put them in a vase in the bathroom. I looked at them when I washed the bathroom floor, and saw them again through the crack in the door as I vacuumed the hall. They made me smile every time, and I thought to myself, how much beauty do I miss in the mundane? How many bright smiles and peals of laughter and beautiful views and flashes of color and moments of brilliance do I miss?

I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to miss a thing. I want to live my life unwrapped.


I dare you…

not to smile:)

Planning gone awry

I am feeling a little weary tonight. As I write, the rain outside has begun in earnest, and I am finally feeling a little relief from the heat of a weekend spent in the glare of the sun. Two days of full on, heavy gardening, and a day of volunteering at an outdoor community outreach has taken it’s toll. I’m a little sunburnt and crispy around the edges. Poor Michael has born the brunt of it all, taking the burden of the physical labor outside, and caring for three sick and feverish kids while I was out all day today. This wasn’t exactly how I had planned for the weekend to go, but as John Lennon so wisely noted “Life is what happens when you’re busy making plans”. The plan for tomorrow? A celebration of my parents fortieth wedding anniversary. So far we’ve changed venues, menus, and only one fifth of my entourage is currently going to attend. That would be me. But, as you know life happens….