What a fabulous day! Dollar and his daddy and their ConQuest boys' club had a Father-Son canoe trip today. We decided to get together with some dear friends and have our 'own' fun since the fellas were gone.
There were six girls (should have been seven, but one girlie went to her grandparents for several days) and then the Raminator who is now three. He packed in enough testosterone to make up for the other guys on the canoe trip! Although we had a blast watching his antics, the quote of the day was, "Next year YOU'RE going on the canoe trip!!" Ok, never mind that he'll be too young! The dynamics surely change when a boy is around!! heehee
He reminded us of last week's Gospel reading of Peter walking on water to Jesus. Well, except that the Raminator didn't lose faith! Our friends have a lovely pool with these huge, foam floating cushions. R was walking from one to the other and it was hilarious. One determined fellow, he is!
Seeing the joyful faces of these beautiful children of God, knowing they are created in His image and likeness, and being surrounded by their innocence made me feel so close to our Father. The blessings these kiddos bring into our lives is immeasurable. I am so grateful for the friends He brings into my life and the beauty in which I am surrounded.
Who am I?
- Katherine
- Wife '89, Mom since '94 to kiddos: +Smiley(1994-2005), Jellybean '97, Dollar '99,Freckles '01, Raminator '05, (+Mary Jospehine '08+) and Critter '09
Monday, August 18, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Mermaid bliss
Oh, how I wish I had one of these when I was a little girl! Freckles loves it! I made it quite "modest", too! No bikini tops needed here.... She has fun beads in her purple mohair "hair" and a lovely beaded necklace. Her tail is made from silk, she stuffed with wholesome wool ~all natural materials for this mermaid.
I don't know who had/has more fun.. me making it, or Freckles playing with it!!
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Can't go around it....
Dear Grief,
I remember when I feared you... dreaded, avoided, even despised you. But you kept inviting yourself back - the persistent “uninvited houseguest” of my aching soul. You are smart, though. You are like a caring friend that tells others what they need to hear instead of what they want to hear.
You know very well that if we avoid you we become bitter, lost souls. You are difficult to be around because you aren’t gentle so we try to tiptoe around you. We try desperately not to acknowledge you out of fear. You understand that we can’t survive if we lock you out. You are a harsh reality. You are treated like a huge, purple, polka-dotted elephant pushing its way through the middle of the party. It is ignored even when crushing none other than the hostess (me)!
Your desire is for us to embrace you as a dear friend. You want to help us grow with you and through you. A healthy friendship that moves forward, not stagnate by staying in the past. Oh, you bring a sting of pain that causes us to regard you as a foe. Your presence is venomous at first. But lately something strange is happening. You are bringing me comfort like a cozy, handmade scarf on a bitter, cold winter’s eve.
You help me to move into my future... to reshape it, to define it. You are there with me when I reminisce about the way it used to be... the way I want it to remain. You support me to get me through the pain of ‘now’.
Just like the kids’ camping song says about fleeing from the bear and you reach the edge of the dark, scarey forest.... grief... you can’t go around it, can’t go over it, can’t go under it.... gotta go through it.
I remember when I feared you... dreaded, avoided, even despised you. But you kept inviting yourself back - the persistent “uninvited houseguest” of my aching soul. You are smart, though. You are like a caring friend that tells others what they need to hear instead of what they want to hear.
You know very well that if we avoid you we become bitter, lost souls. You are difficult to be around because you aren’t gentle so we try to tiptoe around you. We try desperately not to acknowledge you out of fear. You understand that we can’t survive if we lock you out. You are a harsh reality. You are treated like a huge, purple, polka-dotted elephant pushing its way through the middle of the party. It is ignored even when crushing none other than the hostess (me)!
Your desire is for us to embrace you as a dear friend. You want to help us grow with you and through you. A healthy friendship that moves forward, not stagnate by staying in the past. Oh, you bring a sting of pain that causes us to regard you as a foe. Your presence is venomous at first. But lately something strange is happening. You are bringing me comfort like a cozy, handmade scarf on a bitter, cold winter’s eve.
You help me to move into my future... to reshape it, to define it. You are there with me when I reminisce about the way it used to be... the way I want it to remain. You support me to get me through the pain of ‘now’.
Just like the kids’ camping song says about fleeing from the bear and you reach the edge of the dark, scarey forest.... grief... you can’t go around it, can’t go over it, can’t go under it.... gotta go through it.
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