this moment {painting eggs}

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Happy Easter!

this moment {her first dance}

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May your weekend be filled with beautiful moments that sparkle!

heartwarming

The neighborhood seemed a bit slow in waking, thought the brilliant blue sky was enticing and the warm air so inviting.  We accepted the invitation despite fevers and runny noses and found that much of the neighborhood was quiet and empty.  There was this one neighbor cleaning his bike for the first warm weather ride.  But quiet was what I noticed most.

This provided a great opportunity to look and seek and find even the smallest and slightest signs of spring.  With bated breath, I looked at the tips of the branches on each new tree, in the corners of my flower beds where I know I might find peeking through the earth, and in the garden where I hoped upon hope I would glance garlic standing tall toward the sun.  This game of hide-and-seek did not disappoint.  

And my heart warmed.  It opened to the wakening world around me.  And slowly I, too, begin to awaken with gratitude for the reminder that these mild days can be: a reminder to breathe, and be present, and look just before me for the beauty this Universe has to offer.

For it is exactly this beauty that I will draw upon for strength in these last few weeks of colder weather.  Soon and very soon...

this moment {come in grown ups}

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This moment is a special one, though ordinary, and even if only to us.  Perhaps because we love our preschool more than anything in the world.  Perhaps because this is the last of our children to have this moment.  Perhaps because this moment has allowed us to peer into each child's inner being, to see their confidence or fear, to see their exuberance or shyness.  Perhaps because it is a genuine moment for each of them, not full of expectation, but full of warmth and tenderness.  Or just perhaps because it is a moment where the rest of the world seems to disappear as I wait for the door to open and the most precious soul in the world steps outside to see me waiting for her just on the other side.

a little luck

I know...

To you, this looks like just a plant.  

Not much of a plant either.

But this plant has been through four moves across 2 states, 15 years of marriage (better and worse), 3 toddling and exploring children, little sunlight, great sunlight, no sunlight and everything in between.

The truth is that it is the ONLY indoor plant to have survived our home.  We were gifted with this plant when we were married.  The gifter was a tiny, energetic, older woman who wore dancing shoes every day.  She worked with Papa and just adored him.  She was kind and witty and full of stories or advice, whichever was needed in the moment.  She truly wanted a love-filled, fruitful marriage for Papa so she sealed the deal with a little luck.

This plant is a shamrock house plant, you see - Oxalis regnellii .

I'll let you in on a little secret.  While neither of us is really much into superstition, we are both terrified to neglect this little plant.  It's funny how it has thrived or wilted as our marriage seems to have done the same.  How at times the only way to keep it growing is to replant - new pot, new soil, new food, new water.  

How at times it leans toward the light, stretching itself to the heaven.  Other times it shrinks into itself as though in retreat.  

So while it has been tempting to just let go of this plant, we cannot.  To see the challenge and success, the darkness and the beauty, the joys and the sorrows of our marriage reflected through the life of this simple plant seems far too haunting to allow it to dissolve.  Perhaps that's the lesson in this little piece of luck - to nurture our marriage as we do so with our little shamrock.  Something tells me, our gifter was far wiser than her smiles and playfulness would ever reveal.

Now if we could just get our marriage to look more like this (Ahem!):

Image found at http://www.thegardenhelper.com/shamrock.htm

this moment {homework}

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My you find patience and understanding in all you do!  Happy weekending!

a new dawn

Today marks a milestone for our family.  Pie has officially been registered for Kindergarten and this signifies a new era for us.  All three children in school, majorly reduced daycare bills, and more independent children.

I'm sure you can imagine the bittersweet wrapped in this moment.  I look on at my daughter as she confidently takes the hand of a stranger, a woman she will know as teacher.  I sense pride welling up inside me knowing she is bright and will do well on their assessments. I know, too, that she is socially oh. so. ready. to learn and play with her school-aged peers.

But I look on with a flicker of sadness, too.  She's growing so fast and I do so love this age.  I love the quickly expanding and curious minds of toddlers and preschoolers.  I so love the silly things they say and the sparkle in their eyes at simple discoveries.  I will miss these years.  I will miss my babies.



























Each age and stage has been met with delight.  Oh, there are challenges in all this growing to be sure.  Mostly my inability to step back and see the wisdom my children have already brought with them.  Despite the challenges, it is the beauty and warmth and snuggles and laughter that I remember most.  I'm thankful for this selective memory.

Today, I'm allowing myself to sit in this moment.  To feel the twinge of pain in my chest as I realize what is gone.  Just the same, I will wake tomorrow and allow myself to feel the anticipation and excitement that the future holds.  And I'm giving thanks for the past we've shared and the future we await and the present we hold for they are all so dear to me.