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through the lens
It was so wonderful to have my brother and his family at our home for several days last week. We hadn’t all been together since my nephew graduated from high school last June. Fortunately the days were gloriously mild and we spent the majority of every day outside. And, for today, I’m letting the pictures do all the talking.
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leave a message after the beep . . .
Thank you for calling. We can’t come to the phone right now. We’re busy playing with Uncle Danny, Aunt Beckey, Cousin Max and their dog Zoe. We are wearing slap bracelets, running outside with Zoe and Ringo, crafting doll clothes at the dining room table with Aunt Beckey, watching movies with Max, riding on the shoulders of Uncle Danny, painting…
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is it just me?
Do you know how I first learned that I was selfish? I got married. And do you know by what manner the dark depth of my ultimate selfishness was revealed to me? I had children. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Have anyone else’s eyes been opened in the same way?
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18.
I won’t bemoan what seems impossible. The passage of so much time for which I can barely account. It’s an endless theme. And I already wrote about it yesterday. (And probably a half dozen other yesterdays.) 18. Today marks eighteen years of a world with Riley. (That reality nearly makes me gasp.) I always feel a little extra robbed when…
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letting go . . .
There are moments when I feel as if I have somehow missed my children’s entire infancies. Like I can’t remember them crawling or nursing or being seven pounds little. When I see that wee baby in her mother’s arms at church and I cannot call to mind London that minuscule. What Piper Finn looked like at three months old feels…
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the earth laughs in flowers. (emerson)
Oh my goodness. Just stepping outside of this house lately is like Christmas morning. The flowers that are blooming and springing up all over the place are just incredible. Every day we are collecting flowers and filling jars full of them. We have to. It’s too irresistible. I am working hard to discover the names of each blooming thing in…
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everything.
Yesterday we spent the entire afternoon at a friend’s house. The kids played peacefully the entire time. Inside. Outside. In the hammock. On the grass. On the floor. Reading books. Laughing. Exploring. Waffles. Strawberries. Sunshine. Popcorn. Frozen yogurt. Sun tea. It was just so darn pleasant. The little girls were princesses, played princesses, dressed princesses. Piper Finn wore the sweetest…
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Outdoor Hour Challenge. IX.
With the completion of our last Outdoor Hour Challenge we have found ourselves caught up the weekly challenges presented on the Outdoor Hour Challenge website. This week we are looking at pansies. Because I actually read ahead and prepared for our Tuesday Nature Study I was able to be proactive and pick up a few potted pansies at Lowe’s on the…
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add more red. and use hot glue.
If I’m not teaching school or cooking some type of food for the hungry mouths at this house or sweeping the dirt-loving wood floors or staring aimlessly into space as I try to remember what I was doing to begin with, then I’m probably thinking about my next project. Sunday afternoon I found myself standing in the kitchen alone. …
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uh-oh
Is that the problem entirely? Every dream we have for our children, every hope we place on their tiny backs, is actually all about us? Our idea for their future? Our idea for their life? Our hopes. Our dreams. What their life says about us? What their decisions reflect upon us? No wonder we raise such self-serving rebels. They are…
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and in other news . .
Yesterday I had a streak of purple placed in my hair. Well, three streaks. I don’t know why. And I’m not really pleased with the photo, but I’m not really into photographing myself in front of a mirror so it’s the best I feel like doing right now. I woke up today and forgot about it until I looked in…
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let them play
Sometimes I feel so guilty when I don’t “do” school. When hours creep by and we haven’t read a book, drawn imitation Picassos, blown up a volcano, mapped out the radius of the Mayflower in our front yard, explored geography, performed interpretive dance movements to Mozart’s compositions, crafted an afghan from the hair of goats .. . Ha – like…
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those old windows
Hi. My name is Lacey and I like old windows and low-cost decorating ideas. And, not that it matters, but for some reason it sort of feels like it does to me even though I know it’s petty and silly, I just want the world to know that I liked old windows before I ever saw them used in a…
