Friday, September 30, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
My heart pours out...still...at every image of that day. I knew no one from any of the tragedies, however when I see and hear the stories my heart sinks as if they were my closest of family.
Saturday was our town's fall festival. Outstanding parade. Of course, it was dedicated to the remembrance of 9/11. After the fire trucks, policemen, and ambulances cleared the street to began the parade, the crowd grew quiet. Very quiet.
A large American flag carried by a dozen volunteers, made it way down the parade route. For a moment it was if time stood still. No noise, no laughing children, no care about catching candy.
I look down at my 5 year old. There she stood beside her best buddy, Emma L. Both girls, eyes fixed on the flag with their right hands over their hearts. Beautiful.
As the flag marched past, the gentleman holding the last corner of the flag, leaned over and whispered "thank you" to the two girls.
Two girls, honoring something that is so huge they can't glimpse the impact of. But yet what they do understand is...well...I can't even find a word to best describe it.
So proud of those girls.
So proud of my country.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Computer virus? What?! UGH. Fine, take it away for two weeks. Whatever will I do without cyberspace? ohhhhhh ya, what we all did before cyberspace. ...now what was that again?
Another 5K down. This time with my nephew and sister-in-law. The 10 year old whipped up on both of us. I'll catch him next time - watch out chachee.
Not what I had in mind when I asked Hope to help put the dirty laundry in the basket. That's gross, Hope.
Sewing sewing and more sewing. (http://www.mybabysnamequilts.com/) Taking a short break and my 5 year says, "Mom, when I'm a mom and have a baby will you still be making quilts, cause your grand baby will need one." Absolutely, Emma...absolutely!
Dear Hope, somethings look like a good idea, but turn out not to be a good idea.
Chrysalis. A word my kindergartner came home saying. Pretty sad when mom AND dad had to google it to find out what it was (and how to spell it!) Then just yesterday, she came home telling me that they let the Monarch go...it was a girl because it didn't have spots. I think I'll take the kindergartner's word on this one.
Day with the cousins. 10, soon to be 6, 4, 2, and 1 years old....perfect combination for an afternoon of entertainment!
Picture day at school is serious stuff. Stunning, isn't she? Wow. Love that girl.
Being the calendar girl at kindergarten is way more serious stuff than picture day.
When your one year old decides she is invincible, just start praying immediately. 16 steps later, no bruises, no concussion, no abrasions, but one tired guardian angel.