Getting Lost in a Book

Macey has been reading so much this summer! Recently she started reading a series of books about a girl called Sofie by Laura Berger. There are so many of them: Sofie the Sweetheart, Sofie the Awesome, Sofie the Hero, Sophie the Chatterbox, Sophie the Zillionaire, Sophie the Snoop, Sophie the Daredevil and Sophie the Sweetheart. So far this summer she has read over 40 books and spent over 17 hours reading.

Here she is reading the Invention of Hugo Cabret by Bria Selzick...which even I loved. There is something so magical about getting lost in a book! I hope she always finds the desire to get lost in the words of a book!

Love Mom

I couldn't say it better!!!

Questions and Answers with Macey

The first thing Macey told me today was that today is her last day of being six. So I asked her a few questions tonight.

"Where do you see yourself in one year," I asked, "What do you mean?" she asked. "What do you think you will be doing in one year?" I asked again. "Probably, subtraction." I bet she is probably right.

"Do you plan to have a boyfriend this year?" I asked her. "Yes!" was her answer.

"What do you hope you do before you turn eight?" Her answer was swim!

Next I asked her, "How many pairs of shoes do you hope to own before you turn eight?" Her answer was 40. (gift idea...just saying).

"Macey, what do you want to do when you grow up?" Her answer, "I want to do something with animals, either ride horses with my friend Stella, or be a vet." Happy birthday eve to my Macey! Watching you be six was awesome!

Thinking of our Indy Girl

Two months before our Macey was conceived my husband and I found ourselves staring at an ultrasound machine. What we were searching for was no longer there. Just 24 hours prior we witnessed the beating our our new baby's heart beat for the first time. Now it was gone. I didn't need an ultrasound to confirm what I knew we had already lost.

 "I know it doesn't seem like it right now," the doctor had said, "but these things happen for a reason."

Paul took me home and did what he always does to fix things, and cooked me a big dinner. He was focused on getting me back in tip top shape. "We can try again in a few months," he had encouraged me.

Phone calls had to be made. We had just told our families of our good news, which had swiftly and unexpectedly turned bad.

All I could think about was the exact moment that Paul had suggested we have a baby together. Rewind some eight months prior. We were at a stop light at 86th & Meridian on the north side of Indianapolis on a cold January night. When he suggested it, my breath caught in my throat. I thought I had misunderstood him. I could see his face illuminated by the street lights, and was stunned by the sincerity I saw in his eyes. A baby...and so the dream of Macey began. We were in love with the mere idea of her months before we said "I do," months before we cried together in that doctor's office.

I will never understand what went so wrong that terrible day we lost our baby. Nor do I ever question it. How could I ever? Within two months we were expecting our Macey. How can you miss what you never had? I use to ask myself this. Oddly enough we did at the time. But I cannot image our world without Macey. She is the embodiment of me, of her daddy, and the dream we had of her at the intersection of 86th & Meridian...our true Indy Girl. An endearment her daddy use to call me when I lived in Indy and he lived here in the Haute. Maybe the miracle of her and our love for each other is that much sweeter, because we thought we had lost our dream for her once before. But here she is now, turning seven this week. We are truly blessed!

Finally, it rained!

It is an understatement to say we need a little rain. After something like seven weeks, it finally rained at our home. Twice! It was wonderful. Macey and I took a walk in it. Even the dog didn't shy away from going outside and soaking it up. It was like heaven! Can you see it?

It's Just Like Riding a Bike

Recently I've been getting reacquainted with one of my first true loves.. my bike. Put me on a bike and I am nine years old again, riding around the streets of Kennebunk Maine where I spent my summers. I use to  ride my Nana's bike with a big basket in the front. I went everywhere, as fast as I could! I went to the library, to visit my great Nana Evans, to the market. I would see my grandpa delivering the mail, and I would wave to him and meet him later at home for lunch. I carried my little camera and took pictures. 

I was free.

I still so much love the feeling on the wind in my face, and with my hair whipping behind me as I peddled as fast as my legs can take me. I love being on my bike. It is so much like an old friend that you haven't seen for a long time, and when you finally see them again it is as if you have never skipped a beat.

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Independence Day

Some 11 years ago my divorce became final right around this day. Talk about independence! For many years this was, for me the most miserable of holidays. It was not Valentines Day, Christmas, or even my birthday! It was this day that left me feeling so alone! I love the summer and its many wonders. I wanted someone to share it with! I wanted someone to watch the fireworks with, along with all the many joys of summer. So here is a toast to my wish! I have it all now. I had most of it back then too ... Living in my one bed-room apartment that had a gorgeous view of the downtown fire works. I watched them as my sweaty 18 month old hog my bed, and quietly snored. As I silently cried and wish for the family I so desired. Hope you find this day something to celebrate, because I know I have!!