Our baby girl.
A mystic moment in our arms.
Forever and always in our hearts.
Written with wild love into the story of our family.
We are not the same.
Our baby girl.
A mystic moment in our arms.
Forever and always in our hearts.
Written with wild love into the story of our family.
We are not the same.
Legit question.
How did it get to be May already?
April wasn't supposed to have been that busy, yet it ended up speeding by, just the same. Which is strange also because... hasn't this just been a slower start to Spring?
It's often not so. We wait forever for the snow to leave, and then it does, and then we have a few brief days of sun and rain and still needing a jacket. Then the temperature cranks up and we're full on into summer weather, almost stepping right over all the pleasantries of Spring.
This year, the season has hung out with us a bit longer. Even perhaps clinging on to those lower overnight temperatures with a bit more of a grip that any gardener might appreciate. We're down in the minus digits again over the weekend.
But even so. It's okay by me that we're really and truly having Spring this year. Kind of fits with an overall theme that's taking shape in my own life right now, starting with Lent and continuing.
Take your time.
There's no rush.
Pace it out.
Think it through.
Trust the process.
Watch what grows.
And here we are. The wrapping up of another work week. At least for those of us who do the Monday to Friday thing.
I think Friday has a special feel for everyone though. It's a echo of all those years in school perhaps. Or Friday night family times. Or getting away for the weekend times. Or whatever makes the rhythms of life work for us.
It's been a decent week for me. Enough checked off the list to feel good about. An even balance of the work I relish and the work I have to do. A positive start on something new. Traction on all four of the upcoming sermons I'm working on. Life giving conversations outside in the sunshine. A little bit of yard clean up in the warmer at-last weather.
There was also 'hard news' from two distant, unrelated friends, frustrations about sensitive matters that mean a lot to me but over which I have zero control, and the need again to self-advocate on an important value that I thought was fully embraced by everyone but apparently not. These things don't show up on the list, but bang around in my head, and require significant energy to "keep every thought captive" (2 Corinthians 10:5), and my mind "steadfast because [I] trust in You" (Isaiah 26:3).
Shalom, shalom. Perfect peace.
So I get to this particular Friday morning grateful for
Getting me a little blast of free Vitamin D before heading inside for the morning.
Like how the sun is reflected in the corner of my glasses? Wish I could say I did it on purpose, all creative and artsy. But, no. Only noticed it after the picture was taken.
Love how our main door opens up into the morning sky like it does, so it's not unusual for me to come out on sunny days and just enjoy being fully present in the moment.
Today I am excited to share in the company of some women who will join in on the very first Practice Makes Possible online workshop, exploring together practices that can help deepen our connection with God. Let's see how this goes. Curious to see what we will learn together.
Have a fabulous Thursday, everyone!
At our Easter dinner this past Sunday (delayed due to sickness on the actual weekend), I asked Abby to take a picture of Zachary and me, since I knew I didn't have a recent one of just us. I seem to get into the frame more with the others, and I needed to round out my family picture files.
Plus, I on purpose wanted to be able to show off how tall he is.
And just now I feel a strong compunction to include a picture of him and me when he was a baby, but that will take me down a small rabbit hole with copious fond sighs of 'aw cute!" and I won't spend the time on that this morning. Maybe later. Just to compare. Because...such a cute baby!
By now, I barely come up to his shoulder. And, to be honest, that's just fun. I'm not yet the shortest in my family, but it's coming. The only ones shorter than me now are Jayden and Timothy and they are 9 and 5 respectfully, so it's just a matter of time.
Zachary's height is not his only defining feature. Going on 17, he's got quite an impressive work ethic on him. Give him a task and he'll do it to 120%. And with a good attitude. He's aiming for an engineering degree at this point, and we have no doubt he'd succeed. And also, there's still good time to figure out this whole vocation thing. He's in swimming right now, aiming for a bronze medallion, and then on to lifeguarding perhaps. I could go on.
Best part for me is that he's great to talk to. Has solid ideas. Asks insightful questions. Exploring the next levels of his faith with clarity and mindfulness. And what a bonus that he still wants to chat up his Gramma!
I remember holding my first newborn, my daughter Kristyn, Zachary's mother, and asking, "Will you still like me when you're thirteen?" It was a wistful wondering into a future relationship that I was hopeful for but I knew back then, is never really guaranteed.
Same with my grandchildren. It's an uncertain thing. How will we grow together? Who will you be? Who will I be by then?
So when it happens well; when we morph and grow together; when all the spoiling didn't actually ruin them (not that I thought it would); when you have a solid connection with the humans who share your DNA...it's golden. For all my foibles as a Mom and as a Gramma, this feels like so much grace!
If nothing else is sacred for a Gramma, it's the very real expectation of being 'fair' to them all. So, while I have started with a how-much-taller-is-Zachary-than-Gramma photo here, and then gone all braggy on Zachary....I do intend, of course I do, to include the others. One at a time. In no particular order.
Okay, now on to other blessings.