Buckling your little shoe Making toast and jam for you Caressing your chubby face Folded neatly, saying grace Lifting you onto her lap Tucking you in for an afternoon nap Helping you plant a tiny seed Bandaging a scraped up knee Gently brushing wispy hair Serenely snuggling in the rocking chair Wrinkled, sun spotted, capable, Carry on!
Three years ago today my grandma went to be with God- Her tribute poem Two years ago today, my father-in-law joined her… His tribute poem
Golly! Saturday morning dawned sunshiney full of potential. After going to the bank for Kevin, dropping Brielle off to spend some time with her aunt, getting gas and coffee, we arrived at our first service project. Our church was doing scads of projects all over town, ranging from planting flowers to welcoming refugees to packing Carry on!
Sunny morning spent with friends. Prayers, tears, lots of laughter (even some snorting), chatting, affirming. Wonderful food. Filling my tummy, my head and my heart (not necessarily in that order). I was so fulfilled this morning. Kevin and one of the other dads took our kids on a playdate manly outing, while the mamas enjoyed Carry on!
The Farm Fresh Birthday Bash 2010 Recently heard: Cadrian, age three: “No wike Gwandpa in heaven. Wike Gwandpa in Grandma’s house!” Brielle, age five: I wish Grandpa would come back from heaven and give my balloon back to me. Christmas 2009
His harvest may be over, But in my heart it’s not Because I still can see him In my every waking thought I can see him at the counter Drinking his cup of coffee, eating a slice of pie I can see him walking out the door Grabbing one more donut, kissing Mom good-bye I Carry on!
I had so much fun planning this party. I thought the girls could be fairy princesses and the boys could be Peter Pan. I learned a lot more about geometry making these hats than I ever did in school. Most of the party goers. My man and little Pan. We set up the yard into Carry on!
For my dad’s big 60th birthday on Sunday, I made a manly meal of meat and potatoes, and the traditional strawberry rhubarb pie. Family legend has it that his mom went into labor while picking strawberries and she didn’t go to the hospital until she finished the patch. I’d love to hear that birth story–too Carry on!
I really don’t know what to say. Should I talk about going to the farmer’s market this morning and the hilarity of my girls eating a ginormous caramel apple, so big it required two sticks and corn-on-the-cob style eating? How the caramel covered all 20 of their fingers and both noses and all four cheeks? Carry on!
I mourn the man I never knew. I mourn the man my children will never know. Who are you really? You never let us see. You hide behind small talk and the television andsmiles that never really reach your eyes. You used to run the business.Now you sit.You used to be in charge.Now you get Carry on!