...to plant a garden, is to believe in tomorrow...
but to recognize the one you had
no plan in, as a simple
gift from God,
is the essence in life.
GRATITUDE
We have spent a hysterical couple of days with loved ones.
Busy, busy...lacrosse games, soccer games, parties, brunches and shopping!
Traveled to Utah, for my Dad's 80th birthday party! It was a grand gathering of friends and posterity.
And the stories shared...one minute you're laughing, and the next crying. All in all, the consensus was we are pretty dang lucky to have him in our lives!
My baby sister shared the conspirator scheme at church when she was younger. She would throw a fit, and rather than take her out to the foyer, Dad would sneak off to 7-11 and purchase a Dr. Pepper, for himself and a cherry slurpee for the little tyrant.
My brother who was the marathon runner, related a conversation that had taken place as he was training. Pops, had told him there was NO WAY he was going to be able to finish the race if he could not train with more than 10 miles per day under his belt.
Randy, took it wrong as most teenagers would.
He thought that Dad, was trying to undermine him,
when in reality, he was championing him to run harder...to stretchhhhhhhh!
As it turned out, it was a pivoting accomplishment in his life, with Dad being there for him the whole way.
It was an afternoon that filled all of us, and hopefully let our father know just how much of an influence for good, he has nurtured.
Busy, busy...lacrosse games, soccer games, parties, brunches and shopping!
Traveled to Utah, for my Dad's 80th birthday party! It was a grand gathering of friends and posterity.
And the stories shared...one minute you're laughing, and the next crying. All in all, the consensus was we are pretty dang lucky to have him in our lives!
My baby sister shared the conspirator scheme at church when she was younger. She would throw a fit, and rather than take her out to the foyer, Dad would sneak off to 7-11 and purchase a Dr. Pepper, for himself and a cherry slurpee for the little tyrant.
My brother who was the marathon runner, related a conversation that had taken place as he was training. Pops, had told him there was NO WAY he was going to be able to finish the race if he could not train with more than 10 miles per day under his belt.
Randy, took it wrong as most teenagers would.
He thought that Dad, was trying to undermine him,
when in reality, he was championing him to run harder...to stretchhhhhhhh!
As it turned out, it was a pivoting accomplishment in his life, with Dad being there for him the whole way.
It was an afternoon that filled all of us, and hopefully let our father know just how much of an influence for good, he has nurtured.
...we can never escape, God's lovely essence...
I know that Easter has come and gone, I just wish we could hang onto that lovely sense of rebirth for a wee bit longer.
I am sitting at the computer this morning, the skies are gunmetal grey and there is a sprinkling of new snow adorning the mounds and mounds of "ugly" snow melt we have hiding out
in the underbrush of the this magnificent
lodge pole forest.
We have a five year old grandson visiting for a few days.
He will not start kindergarten until the next school year.
He has been fascinated with the wood chopping,
and feeding the stove for heat.
I did not have to convince him that keeping a sweatshirt on all day helps us stay more warm.
Kids are smart, if we let them be.
We have baked bread, and homemade biscuits and Texas Fudge cake...and filled our bellies until we couldn't stuff 'em any more, but the best thing of all has been observing him in his play mode.
Watching him create his own "hut" and strategically
place every kind of need, at the most
opportune place for quick
access...mainly his play
guns, but a few golf clubs too!!
The best time though, was when Pap, joined us in a game of Dominoes, and acquiesced that for us to use every single piece, the old rules did not apply.
It is never to late, to teach an old dog
new tricks!
We have played marbles, until my shooter thumb is raw...sang songs till our voice became hoarse, and read stories
falling asleep with the book in
our laps.
I have slept like the dead.
A sure cure for an insomniac...spend quality time with a
young'un!
I know that Easter has come and gone, I just wish we could hang onto that lovely sense of rebirth for a wee bit longer.
I am sitting at the computer this morning, the skies are gunmetal grey and there is a sprinkling of new snow adorning the mounds and mounds of "ugly" snow melt we have hiding out
in the underbrush of the this magnificent
lodge pole forest.
We have a five year old grandson visiting for a few days.
He will not start kindergarten until the next school year.
He has been fascinated with the wood chopping,
and feeding the stove for heat.
I did not have to convince him that keeping a sweatshirt on all day helps us stay more warm.
Kids are smart, if we let them be.
We have baked bread, and homemade biscuits and Texas Fudge cake...and filled our bellies until we couldn't stuff 'em any more, but the best thing of all has been observing him in his play mode.
Watching him create his own "hut" and strategically
place every kind of need, at the most
opportune place for quick
access...mainly his play
guns, but a few golf clubs too!!
The best time though, was when Pap, joined us in a game of Dominoes, and acquiesced that for us to use every single piece, the old rules did not apply.
It is never to late, to teach an old dog
new tricks!
We have played marbles, until my shooter thumb is raw...sang songs till our voice became hoarse, and read stories
falling asleep with the book in
our laps.
I have slept like the dead.
A sure cure for an insomniac...spend quality time with a
young'un!
I have a tremendous love for this area. My husband and I
came NORTH, to offer a new start for a few of our
family members needing that.
It has been six years of growth, I had not really expected.
We lost a son-in-law and a son two years after
we moved here.
The rest of our
family has moved on, or is living south of us.
Our grandchildren are growing fast
and I am torn in the attachment we have formed here
and in moving closer to where
THE ACTION is!
I have always wanted to offer a refuge for our children, a place they could come to escape, from what they see day in and day
out, and yet life has a way of throwing things
into the mix, you really do not anticipate.
Maybe my guy and I just need a year
by ourselves, to figure
it out.
Meanwhile, there is bread to bake...
cabins to clean, great books to read, a new bike to break
in, and creating a magic place of refuge for those who can come to visit, along the way.
...every path has a few puddles...
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