Shiloh’s latest obsession with trash continues.
Ok she doesn’t totally suck. She has just really irritated me lately. I need more of these lovey moments than picking up trash.
Shiloh’s latest obsession with trash continues.
Ok she doesn’t totally suck. She has just really irritated me lately. I need more of these lovey moments than picking up trash.
Annoyed
84 years of putting up with all of us. We are so fortunate to have a woman who could handle them (us) all.
This is what perfection on a summer day looks like.
Feeling fortunate despite the summer closing in on me,
Last weekend my love finally got the piano moved from my dad’s house. It was one of the happiest/saddest moments I’ve had in a while. Seeing it in our home.
This piano was a part of my every day as a child for as a long as I can remember. Before I learned to play I watched my mom give piano lessons to many friends and family. Then she tried to teach me. It didn’t take us long to realize it was probably a better idea for me to receive lessons from someone else to avoid tears and possible arguments.
Then we had an organ and the piano. Mom practiced every Sunday morning on the organ, sometimes with her headphones, while the cinnamon rolls baked. It was that sight and smell I can still remember. Walking out from the hallway to the kitchen and seeing her practicing for Sunday church service. Smelling the cinnamon rolls in the oven. Those are just moments I will never forget.
I spent many hours on this piano practicing for weekly lessons with Mrs. M or the annual recital that always brought my nerves to a full tail spin. Many times my mom would sit and listen to me play. She always told me it sounded wonderful and that she was proud of me.
Even on the days I was extremely frustrated with the piano and harder pieces I was trying to learn I kept trying for one reason…..to make my mom proud.
So back to my point. The piano was finally delivered to the house two weekends ago and this week and last I’ve had a few chances to sit down and play and become familiar with it again. First song I chose….”How Great Thou Art.” My favorite hymn ever. As I played I didn’t make it through the first page before tears fell. They were both tears of sadness and tears of joy. Joyful that I had this piece (rather large piece) of my life back in my life. Sadness that I will never hear her say those words again, or hear her play the organ, or smell her cinnamon rolls on Sunday morning.
I’ve been playing all week. Just like writing in this blog…it is very therapeutic. I’m looking forward to mastering some of the old pieces I use to play with ease.
is the chance to spend more time with the ones I love….
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| days at the park |
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| at late night dinners, cocktails, and hanging out with my love |
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| at fireworks shows |
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| at 4th of July celebrations |
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| while eating good food |
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| while hanging with friends |
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| at a tailgate setting up fireworks |
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| while antique shopping |
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| at the strawberry patch picking berries |
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| in the kitchen turning strawberries into jam |
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| at the pool with my hunny |
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| at the pool with the littles playing shark! |
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| at summer concerts in the park |
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| at concerts with girlfriends |
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| at concerts with cousins |
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| at the pool anytime! |
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| while relaxing by the pool |
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| at the ice cream stand with a messy faced boy |
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| while holding a cute baby laying in the sun |
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| at the county fair with yummy cupcakes |
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| at the county fair selling food |
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| while riding a float in the parade for the fair |
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| while saying MOO to a cow |
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| at times with my best friend and her little |
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| while winning fishies for her little |
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| at a pedal pull cheering on my champ! |
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| at a moment to remember mom |
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| while on a nice morning walk with my girl Shiloh |
My favorite part of summer is at all these places and doing all these things with all these wonderful people who love me so much. I’m never able to capture a photo of all the people I love…but I hope they know who they are!
I’m beyond fortunate.
I’m beyond lucky.
A couple of times in the last few days the littlest nephew has said, “I see your mom.”
The first time occurred late at night after our fireworks and 4th of July party. We were in my living room getting the kids pajamas on before they left so they would be ready for bed. He point to the mantle and says, “I see your mom.” At first we just assumed there was a picture of mom on the mantle somewhere. However….there isn’t. Not anywhere near where he pointed is there a picture of her. We refer to mom as “Mamaw Debbie” to the littles even though they never met her. They still need to know who she is.
It was so random. So wonderful. So much needed.
A day spent with family and friends celebrating the holiday weekend. A time where she loved to gather with loved ones. Sit around, laugh, eat, be merry. Years and years ago everyone gathered at her house for 4th of July.
If she were going to take a break from Heaven and join us I suppose it is only fitting she would be watching down on all of us when we were together having a great time.
The other time he said this was just one of those moments where it needed to be heard. A time where calm and reassurance was perfection in its timing.
We all know she’s here with us. Some days and moments more than others.
We all just wish we could see her.
I believe that the littles have the capability to see her. I just wish I could stop and see things through his eyes. So I could see her one more time. Maybe even talk to her. Or give her a hug. Just one last time.
What I would give to look through his eyes.
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| Cake, cookies, and old photos |
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| Doesn’t my guy look good with a baby?? |
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| Cutting the cake. Aren’t they adorable? |
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| Photos with all the family! |
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| They haven’t changed one bit….! |
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| Look at my guy (blonde baby)! We are going to make some blonde babies for sure some day! |
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| 40 years ago! |
Fortunate and Blessed with “in laws” who rock,