Sunday, December 11, 2022

House of Memories

I got on my blog today to write about all the things and ran into old google photos.  I got sucked into the nostalgia of old times.  Times when the kids were younger. Times when we all lived under the same roof and knowing that I'm speeding this very process up with my new promotion makes me sad. 

I been thinking that this emotion is fear, so I ask myself what am I so scared of?  I can do this job; I've been training for it all my life.  I may make mistakes, but I am a hard worker, so I'll learn how to do things better. My husband and I have been through all seasons so we will figure this out too.

I decided that I am just sad that there are things that I am going to miss in the months to come because I'm choosing this path for me, and ultimately for us as a family.  I'm going to miss my friends, our home, my front porch and all of TH Hopebridge. 

Of all the things I've counted on in my lifetime, this is the first time that I am betting on myself. Should be an easy move...but I am going to miss the mere essence of our daughter and our Happy B coming and going together under the same roof. 

While I am sad for the quicken of time, I cannot wait to see our photo logs for the coming year, and I am excited for new adventures.  






No Dirty Girls



Macey taking selfies of us during every outing. She drives this car now. 

I don't know?!



To match Lizzy's popsicle dress. 


Helen always makes me feel better! 

The owl tap room... duck fries to follow ... keep scrolling.


the traditional birthday cards... from me to my kids



Bully Brothers

I love Leslie Forever! 

Abe planning his next escape.

The year I kept the Christmas tree up for all the seasons.
Nope, didn't do that again! 

Red heads have the best fun!

Where are all the Tupperware containers. 

It's an elephant, really, LOL.

Soul searching birthday boy.


Puddles, who doesn't love a singing clown?

The Happy Bastard and the Hornet.

My favorite seaside town!







Duck Fries!

Christmas squirrel

all the ways

The time my sister-in-law bought Jack socks so all his running on the wood floors wouldn't bother me

Lizzy Beth


Elf ideas to go out on a bang






TRUTH

Got it honest

When you spend a night drinking with friends and wake up to this view...





Stella & Amanda!

John inviting Macey into the winner's circle! 






Nice ride Uncle Scotty! 






backroads in Bridgeton


Maine memories






50 Years

Friendship goals, still going strong



That's not me... but my grandma and my dad's aunt.
Wish I got to meet the girl that looks just like me.

Burger King breakfasts

Mossy Oak and Uncle Ted

He drives an ambulance now.

Forever my hero! 

Macey being brave for a picture and holding a lobster.

Blueberry pancakes!





God telling me that everything was going to be okay.






Gavin and Stinky Bear

Reconnecting
When they were young and with me.




Friday, October 21, 2022

Stitches

If only I could stitch together the hearts that I know are unraveling tonight.  

I can't, so I will continue to stitch towards the dream of what we lost today.  

Someday is coming!


Saturday, August 6, 2022

It's Just not my Turn Yet

 



I am feeling defeated these past weeks.  I am thankful that I am mature enough to know that when a door is closed that God has other plans. When I look back over my life the things that made no sense to me when I was walking through them become the "aha moments" of my story.  Not only do these pivotal moments in my life make sense looking backwards, but God also rewrote some of my BEST prayer requests and made them even better than I could ever have imagined! This is why I think his timing feels to take forever, because he is working all things together for the good.  Perfection takes time.  

Some seasons of heartbreak seem endless.  The crazy thing is when you walk though something truly hard it changes you for the good if you let it.  You find one day that the place you long for no longer fit the better version of the person you have become because of your struggles.

That moment when the better version of who you grow into is more valuable than the thing that you have been praying your guts out for, well that my friends is a remarkable journey that I hope everyone gets a chance to experience in their lifetime.  










Saturday, July 23, 2022

When your kid grows up



Of all the challenges that you will face as a mother, the hardest one is to let them go.  It is not picking up after them, meetings with teachers, or watching them drive out of the driveway for the first time alone.  

It happens slowly you don't even always feel it happening.  Your too excited watching them take their first steps or celebrating the first word that you have waited for them to speak.  You teach them all the things to become independent.  To get dressed, to go to the bathroom, to pour their own bowl of cereal.  

As they get older the challenges get more real.  The person they are becoming mirrors what you have modeled yourself.  

That saying "blood, sweat and tears", it had to come from a mom who had witnessed her little human fly away all the way to the West.

My little boy who took forever to grow hair, has grown a mustache.  My little boy who loved trains now drives an ambulance and saves lives.  My little boy who had the worst time managing his own bedroom now pays rent on an apartment.  My little boy who ate only chicken nuggets and mac and cheese (and to be fair was about all I could cook) appreciates good food and good drinks.  

I'm no stranger to how good-bye's feel.  But I have to admit that leaving Wyoming pulled a little harder.  As the landscaped changed over the miles to my boy's childhood home I felt the enormity of what being a mom really feels like.  

The sad, the proud and the honor of it all.  


 

Sunday, May 29, 2022

In the words of Chester Bennington


When you miss someone, you look for ways to remember and feel close to them.  While I didn't see my son all the time when he lived an hour away, I miss him terribly.  I've been listening to lots of his music while I sit in his old room.

My cowboy who moved out West to where the sky is so vast.  I know he is listening to good music, soaking up nature, sipping good bourbon and saving lives. I am so proud of him, and I am not the only one.

Lincon Park hits me in all the feels... some things that Chester sings make me think of my son!  Here's to my cowboy.  



Weep not for paths left lone

Fall wide awake

This is not the end this is not the beginning

All the world in front of you, with eyes wide awake

YOU ARE brilliance

It's hard to let you go

All I want to do is trade my life for something new

I will keep you in my memory, leaving out all the rest

In the kitchen one more chair (for you, always)

If your armor breaks (I'll help you fuse it back together) 

Just cuz you can't see it doesn't mean it isn't there

Sitting in an empty room

Let that mistake pass on

Pretending I don't feel misplaced it's so much simpler than change

I hope you find something you've wanted all along, somewhere to belong






The sun will set for you (I hope it is many moons from now!)


Saturday, May 7, 2022

How fall looks on me...


I wrote this last fall, but it seems fitting with turning 49 yesterday.  

Even more fitting that all of our kiddos are embarking on new seasons of their own.  Gavin even bought a cowboy hat yesterday with a new bed set for his new apartment in Wyoming.  

I hope when winter eventually catches me, that those who know me, will remember the integrity in which I try so hard to cultivate... I think I may forever be a lone leaf clinging to those I love and all that I believe in.  

Here's to whatever season you're living in your life right now! 


This morning I stepped outside to a crispy chill. The sun, raising later, going on 8am, makes me feel weary. Still the beauty of this morning's sunrise was not lacking. I wish I had time to go somewhere with my Canon to photograph the stunning display of God's artwork. It is quiet without the songs of the summer birds filling the air and I watch my breath form in a cloud before me.  The view of our street is stunning in the golden glow of the season. Fall just looks so damn good on this world!

Have you ever marveled at the relationship with nature and, how it so ironically symbolizes our own humanity?  Birth, growth, change, strength, frailty, beauty, balance, purpose, resilience and death?  

When I was young, Fall was my favorite season of all!  I thought of her like fireworks, the grand finally of her summer where all the leaves painted themselves into a spectacular show.  I loved everything about the season; the cooler weather where I could slip into sweaters and thick hoodies, sip on a cup of cider and sit fireside.  I didn't acknowledge the coming of winter and the coldness and darkness soon to follow.  

Decades later summer is my choice.  I love to feel her sunshine on my aging bones.  I love sitting on my porch surrounded by ferns and flowers and the glow of fireflies.  Fall feels all too familiar to me, as if I am the season herself.  My childhood was spring, motherhood was summer.  Here I am at fall, not nearly sunset.  

Recently I heard that if you are young, you look forward, but if you are old, you look back.  How true. In all my years I have never wondered more about my future or spent more time in my memories as I do right now in the fall of my life.

Social media post things like "Fall is going to show you how beautiful it is to let things go."  There is some truth in that, but in this season in my life, I am reaping the rewards grown out of seeds sown in my past because I hung on.  

A storm was brewing on my way to work yesterday morning.  The leaves were raining from the trees in masses, swirling in chaos.  It reminded me of people and how they react to the hard things in life.  At the first sign of trouble they are out of there.  They let go because everyone else before them has too.  They let go because they don't want to be left behind and worse, alone.  Not me, I will forever be that crinkled colorless leave clinging to the integrity of the things I breath for. 

So much of life is just one mundane Tuesday relived over and over until a storm comes, or a season changes and you have to adjust.  I've always admired those who seemingly let things go and ride off on the breeze with wild abandonment. I wonder when they land in the pile of everyone's good intentions and empty encouragements, do they see how far they have fallen and regret letting go?  

A storm came to redirect me nearly a decade ago.  Looking back it was a perfect storm because it landed me my grown-up job, it aided in my kids becoming better humans, I learned invaluable lessons, and it solidified a relationship that is now nearing 2 decades of seasons.  

When you can hold hands with the same person who has seen you in your youth and grows old along side of you, that is worth holding onto.  When the sum of all your hard work lands you a job with purpose, that to is a gift you gave yourself by having integrity and faith in the unknown.  

It is hard to share these vulnerable happiness in my life now, because I am always waiting for life to blow me down.  In some ways this is inevitable, no one gets out of here alive.  Still I want to remember this time in my life where I am living the answered prayers of my past. Maybe fall looks good on me too!