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There’s so much more to these baskets of fruit than you can see in this photo.

June 25, 2017

You see, I have this sister, well, I have three of them actually, and a brother but this photo is because of one of my sisters but to tell you about her I have to explain that yesterday was my father’s birthday…

It was a special one as he (and his twin sister) turned 75. His children budgeted, planned, worked together and each of us took on a task to make the party happen — and a good time was had by all! Hahaha! That’s the short version so I can tell you about my sister, Cheryl, and her decorations. She wanted to take on the task of not only decorating but making all the decorations. I have no idea how many hours she spent, but when she showed me the salad bowl and told me she spent eight hours decorating (just it) I believe I said, “I would be buried with that bowl!” Hahahaha! She went with a country theme (as you might have guessed by the fruit baskets). She also had little serving dishes and baskets and trays and signs and banners and, and honest to goodness…

It is her art. She loves doing it (obviously) but it was a gift of love, and I just hope she knows how much I, we, appreciated it. Thank you, Cheryl, everything was beautiful — we all loved it!

A brother in law and sister in law volunteered to man the grill (on a very hot Florida afternoon) — THANK YOU! Parents and young ones watched over and swam with wee ones, some that used to be the young ones but now can be the ones catching and releasing in the lake with their young ones. The ones visiting from college and, thankfully, also doing all the heavy lifting, and my favorite part, the stories, and laughter that were shared around the table, around the pool, around the patio and just around. Dad and his sister each blew out a set of candles that read “75” because my son said, “They’re twins, but they’re still individuals.” ( I like that about him.) And they did it surrounded by a family that loves them. 💛

“It don’t get no better than this.” – Dad ☺️

Moments, Things I Hope My Kids Will Read One Day

One of the best things about summer?

June 20, 2017

Late night Jenga with the kids! Hahaha! 

Yittle: “OMG! OMG! They’re going to fall. I can’t take it. I can’t even look. Mom!…”

Big Brother: (Home from college and as pestery as ever). “Whoa! What was that?!” (Makes loud sound and jumps in Yittle’s direction). “I think I’ll just pull this one from the bottom here.” (Looks over at Yittle and waits for the anticipated shriek — which she delivers.) Hahaha!

Yittle: “Eek!! Don’t do it!! No! No! OMG! They’re going to all fall in my direction!”

Amazingly, though, they don’t fall. Whew!

Me: “Babies, babies, babies…just calm down.”

Big Brother: “Mom. OMG! How many times? Please stop saying that.”

Yeah, well, where do you think he got his pestery gene? LOL!

Me to Big Brother:  “Did you just shake the table?!”

Yittle turns and stares at her brother with eyes wide open.

Big Brother: Ever so innocently says, “No.” As he puts his arm down (extra firm) and Jenga logs EXPLODE across the table!

Yittle BURSTS into a Julia Robert’s type of joyful laughter and falls onto the floor, which set Big Brother and me off into our own fits of laughter and, well, that was the end of Jenga. Hahahaha!

Man, I love summer. ☺️

Moments, Things I Hope My Kids Will Read One Day, Travel

A moment in India I’ll never forget.

April 4, 2017

When my son was very young, say four or five years old, I told him that one of the greatest gifts a person could ever receive was the chance to say I love you too. “Because if you get to say, I love you too it means that someone else said, I love you, first.” After that, he would often follow up his “I love you too’s” with “Hey, Mommy, I win!”

When I wrote this he was much older, a much taller than me, deep-voiced, hulking, athletic teen — with a girlfriend, friends, team mates, school, video games, interests, etc. You know, a life of his own and with a lot of childhood things left behind.

Then one day, a few years ago, my husband and I were traveling in India and something about standing alone, amongst the many, in the din of this Indian street corner caused me to miss the few — my children. Finally, I managed to get enough signal to send a text home so; I sent my son an “I love you” text. A few minutes later I got an “I love you too” response and then, a second later, a second text that said, “Hey, Mom, I win!”

I lost my breath, and my heart fluttered…he remembered. I let him think he won but in that brief moment, I had my five-year-old boy looking up at me and holding my hand (as we crossed a busy street) and telling me…he loved me too.

Hey, Son…I win.